Sleepless
A Poem
I finally found out what was ailing me
and it was quite a few things, although
nothing too scary or over the top
but the diagnoses came with a
tote bag full of three prescriptions
to take and take and take and take
until these odd symptoms that I’ve had
for months, start to go into hiding
As you know, any time you are given
a grab bag of medications they come with,
let’s call them reactions, aka side effects
and one of those beautiful things
is a glass of I can’t fall asleep for the
everloving life of me and everything else
So, here I sit, awake at 12:01 a.m
when my bedtime is always around ten,
jumpy, tired, not tired…writing
But I am thankful because for months
I have been thinking I had so many
different life-ending maladies
(I am a mild hypochondriac)
that I was starting to convince myself
that doctors knew nothing
and that Google and ChatGPT
were better doctors because they
always had some form of an answer
(that was stupid of me)
and I really wanted an answer
