I have to say that I sometimes despair,
At the major lack of giving out care.
That reports are done wrong,
Or they are taking too long.
The doctors we trust with ours lives in their hands,
Don’t really accept their mistakes can be grand!
The mistakes that are made by our surgeries admin,
Having a massive impact on lives that we live in.
Not a thought of the person a condition effects,
If they do something wrong it’s not their life if wrecks.
The apologies, the sorry don’t mean much to me,
You’ve screwed up my life, I just want to flee.
I’ve had all I can take of filling reports,
Its making me hurt and I want to retort.
I get to feeling, bad thoughts in my head,
That I’d be better of, if I stayed in my bed.
I don’t have the energy left, or strength of mind,
I’ve kept going so long but the end now I find.
We all think that ill people are helped by our docs,
But I’m finding it’s not really true that’s a shock!
They say you have one thing then years later change diagnosis,
I don’t understand my condition, or how they can do this?
Left to find own explanations, through online text and books I’ve waded,
Length of time waiting for next appointment, beginning to make me feel degraded.
I’m just left here waiting, left out on the ledge,
I’m shuffling closer each day to the edge.
I need the help now not sixteen weeks down the line,
I need some help soon not in four months time.
You become just a number a name on the list,
No matter you ringing to ask and insist.
Please give me an appointment I want to feel better,
As I wait for the postman to deliver my letter…..
Dystonia And Functional Movement Disorder Sufferer
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Posted on August 13, 2012, in Blog, Health, Health, Healthy Living, Information, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Thoughts and tagged apologies, appointment, break down, central nervous system, condition, degradation, despair, diagnosis, doctors, effects, energy, explanation, feeling, feeling bad thoughts, functional movement disorder, health, healthy-living, lack of care, letter, lives, massive impact, mistakes, neurological disorder, poem, poems, poetry, postman, reports, screwed up my life, strength, struggle, surgeries, thoughts, understand. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.