When time determines a revisit to old friend you never wanted anyways
You step back and wonder what to make of the unlikely bedfellow:
The one who keeps you up at night in the most ugliest of encounters,
The one who left but came back with a nastier stench and puzzling cry.
He must be male for his strength surpasses my own
Unpredictable now for the feminine who thought she’d figured him out
But not so, little one, for he now brings new mysteries to untangle
And the next round of testing is still 48 very long and arduous hours away.
How will I survive this round with return of the wretched head-banging
The one that collapses my left side then right, no mostly my left arm and leg?
Unable to speak, the screams erupt from my frame twisting as it cramps
My neck reminding me of a symptom that has never left from the last time he came.
The chiropractic whiz-bang, the Florida dental magic held so much promise this year
Some energy returned as the puffiness in my face diminished, my, my indeed
Amazing things happen when your body doesn’t seize the very breaths of its life:
Ones that my body now craves as I struggle to chew the morsels my love fed me tonight.
No, this masculine drone has a different genre entirely, one triggered when I lean back
So scan it we must with more drugs to keep my body from freaking out with the dye
To see if vertebral arteries bear any aneurysm, stenosis, blockage, anomaly oh my
And cause much of what remains of this wretched hell that has returned, that’s no lie.
Perhaps the neck treatments of late, the dental appliances for TMJ
Have taken pressure off for a time so I could regain my strength for the finale
Might we yet find the real trigger of all of this illness nearing 7 years next month (?)
Hang tight my shiny knight, for very soon we might really know the “why!”