Waking up in a cold sweat at 3am,
without fail,
without alarm,
to eat a morsel, down some water, pop some pills,
and swish the anti-elixir of biotics.
A constant question of why?
Why now?
Bacteria, it seems, takes no holiday.
But more troubling, is that
they are just as clueless as I.
These
Doctors with test tubes,
lab Coats,
stamps of john hancock,
certified plaques of achievement,
fountain pens heavier than my mind,
non-answers,
and Rx - incantation pads.
"Take this, I think,"
is a response that instigates my
furthered genuine trust of a
$300 visit to this magician.
I think.
I have caved to Western methodology.
And it wasn't a battle. I raised the white flag
with vigor and zeal.
I want to be healed.
