Simplification( a poem of resolution)
I went to the bone doctor the other day, with this miserable pain in my hip,
After I had my blood pressure taken, the kindest nurse gave me a nice tip.
The docs got a way with words, she said, so hang on with a strongest grip,
She was right to a tee and I never quite knew, by his words, if he gave a flip.
My new physician then told me that I had a strange case, known as very unique,
Pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism, was its weird name, as a thyroidal mystique.
I was at a loss for words, after his diagnosis, it seemed so atrocious, right bleak,
I was soon despondent and very depressed, as a new psychiatrist, then to seek.
My psychiatrist seemed a wise professional, I thought she really knew her stuff,
She went right to work, to quiz me so well, as my old doc I then hoped to rebuff.
The first words from her mouth were easy to understand, next I wasn't so sure,
There she went again using those big terms, looked like I'd never have a cure.
She prescribed for me a most common old drug, said any brain it would de-bug,
Her new diagnosis was unreal...Floccinaucinihilipilification... then gave me my hug.
I felt so helpless, to be withdrawn, walking outside, gave my last hair strand a tug,
Decided to leave one pic behind, took a selfie of my depressed and hopeless mug.
As I opened the site on my computer that day, I was surprised and so relieved,
The meaning my psych gave to my odd condition, was nothing, if I just believed,
My old doc who said I was so ill, he was dismissed, committed, just the other day,
Still wears a white jacket everywhere he goes, a rose in his teeth, dancing away.
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