Appointment
Outdated magazines on the tableUnflattering fluorescent lights
I'd reschedule if I were able
But the nurses are all out of sight
I think my physical therapist
Is more accurately described
As my 'Physical Terrorist'
Still, her rules I must humbly abide
Poking, prodding, hemming, hawing
I feel like a small white lab rat
On each fingernail I start gnawing
Will my insurance cover that?
Each of my doctors always insists
They know just what to prescribe
I miss when I just had boo-boos to kiss
Without hearing the whole 'health' diatribe
Then their favorite tool, the needle
I feel the frenzy rising up
I beg, plea, whine, wheedle
Can't I just pee in a cup?
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