I type and the knuckles kill me,
The little joint bones in the fingers, ouch!!
I have to use them or do nothing...
...But become a potato couch!
So I use them or lose them, there's no choice,
I'll just have to put up with the pain,
And when they go stiff and won't move,
Once they do, I'll be typing again!!
Meanwhile tonight, my pain is bad,
It's driving me totally insane!
But roll on next week; I get my jabs!
Hopefully to give me some relief again!
But that is just for my ribs really,
Sometimes he puts them into my spine,
Used an epidural...and heck that hurts!
So much, I usually cry the whole time!
He laughs at me, my cries and moans,
He's a bit like the wicked queen!
I hear him cackle behind me!
I think at times, he's a bit mean?
But I guess I have to tell it true,
On a serious note, ok, ok, I'll admit,
He's really ok this fella called John!
Even if he's crazy...a bit?!
In fact I trust him implicitly, don't tell!
He can cause as much pain as he likes,
As long as I don't feel it of course!
Cos I can't run away...oh yikes!!!