Every now and again I will write a poem and share it on my blog and podcast. They are most often about things other than Parkies, because my life has a whole lot of other complexities as well.
This is about my main health issue that bothers me the most at present.
Arthritis is a bugger....
Arthritis is a bugger, Arthritis is a pest
Arthritis is a nuisance, to that I can attest
Many, many years ago I had a painful finger
I didn’t know what I had done, to make the pain then linger
I showed it to my doctor, to try to work it out
It seems to be arthritis, of that there’s little doubt
I’ll send you to a specialist, for he’s the one who knows
to check for arthritis in fingers and in toes
A Rheumatologist he is called, an expert in this stuff
A diagnosis he will give, the answer may be tough
And so I went to see this guy, to show my painful didget
He looked at all my fingers, he‘d fiddle and he’d fidget
You have arthritis he then said, of that I am quite certain
But please remove your clothing and sit behind that curtain
In puzzlement, I looked at him I didn’t understand
Why did I have to then undress, the pain was in my hand?
I’m sorry you don’t understand, he said to make his point
I need to look at other parts and check out every joint
So that was when it started, one finger was affected
As time went on, much more would be detected
As through my hands this devilish thing it raced
As many of my finger joints had to be replaced
Several years then down the track, I had a painful knee
Arthritis it had come to claim, another part of me
And once again, arthritis it was not to be my friend
The knee it had to be replaced, we hoped that was the end
Arthritis laid in silence, awaiting the attack
Attacking then my spine and more pain to my back
Another operation and another scar I own
Arthritis can you please, just leave me alone
The latest operation, the one that fixed my spine
Recovery is going well and soon I will be fine
But, as I start to feel my problems they have ended
A pain begins with my feet, that will need to be mended
I’m hoping though that for a change there is no operation
Arthritis claims my feet now too to add to my frustration
The specialist he sent me off, to one who works with feet
In hopes that then a surgery I don’t have to repeat
She’s given me orthotics, to balance me again
To try to get more comfortable and to ease my pain
The saga of arthritis, it just continues on
It is with me always, it never will be gone
Do I think we’ll beat this thing, or must we cut it out
What to replace if anything I am so filled with doubt
And as I wake this morning, my hips they start to ache
Bugger you Arthritis, piss off for heaven’s sake!
I often say my parents made a girl with dodgy parts
As once again another joint, arthritis in it starts
Yes, every joint within this bod will need replacing too
An artificial joint I need, nothing else will do
And so for now, I have no choice I have to carry on
And hope that one day, I can say the pain it is now gone
Yes, Arthritis is a bugger, Arthritis is a pest
Arthritis is a nuisance, to that I can attest
My journey with Parkinsons 