Pray tell how much do you think I can hold
In my shelves bursting forth from the orders?
“Try this, take that, or Google the one I heard about”
Becomes license for judgement once thought to be clinical.
Not learned in school but that of “hard knocks”
The ideas flow too simply during paid consultations
Such is the life of a lab rat in the cauldron of illness
Where test results get mixed with expensive remedies.
So I look up interactions online thanks to drugs.com
Although many will be borne out of a bad trip on a Tuesday
When I try your best guess out of desperation, my last dime
And occasionally find relief or find hope a fraction of the time.
“I’ll take it,” I say under my breath as a new protocol prints out
My medicine chest overfloweth, my fingers sore from researching
Til someday the Lord crafts a breakthrough I shall not give up:
For the Great Physician love me more than this infirmity for sure.
Just look up, look out Gentle Reader if you suffer along too
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged,
for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.