Adapted from "Favorite Things"... "The Sound of Music"

Nights without sleep 'cause my hips hurt too much, 
Pills that don't work and those which make me sick, 
Appetite's gone, I can't even eat lunch! 
And this is only the start of my gripes. 

Doctors who don't seem to care when you cry, 
But rather keep poking while no one asks "why?" 
A shot here, a pill there, and let's take some blood too. 
Laying in the MRI with nothing to do. 

Having everyone ask why I'm always not well, 
But they don't even listen to the story I tell! 
I can't even remember my last pain free day, 
Was it Monday or Saturday that I felt ok? 

Test results that don't show why I hurt, 
Being afraid that it's all in my head, 
Waking up each morning grumpy and curt, 
All I really want is to go back to bed. 

Relapse, remission, exacerbation or flare, 
Plan for next week?  I don't even dare. 
Friends are hard to keep with this illness of mine, 
Always up and down, never a straight line. 

I enjoy getting cards and notes when I'm sick, 
People who stare at me, I'd like to kick. 
But what I most of all would like today-- 
A fairy godmother to make my disease go away.

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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.,N.
 Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
         Bronx, New York 10468

        Last updated: November 14, 2004