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I felt so helpless, to be withdrawn, walking outside, gave my last hair strand a tug,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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