Doing Drugs

 There’s a pill for my shaking

That I should be taking

And a pill to help that pill go down.

 

There’s a pill for my legs

That I can’t have with eggs

But I still do if no one’s around.

***

There’s a pill for the pain

It works in sunshine but not rain

And a pill for the lack of a good memory.

 

There’s a pill for the down days

that I must take for always

or I’ll seem to be somebody else – not me.

***

There’s a vitamin I take

That aides the pill that helps me not shake

And another that helps all around.

 

I counted my pill stash

Something I can’t do with my cash

As the cash is spent on all these pills that abound.

***
Azilect, Vitamin E, Vitamin D,

Requip, Carbadopa, Lexapro, they be

All these into my mouth they must go.

 

Add to that Sinemet and Artane,

Don’t forget the pill that helps with the  pain

‘Cause I follow doctor’s orders, it’s so.

***

There’s plenty more

At the local drugstore

It’s convenient to just make a call.

 

I ask for a refill

Of this pill and that pill

They’ll be happy to give you them all.

***
Just name your price

They’ll treat you real nice

And tell you what you don’t want to hear

 

“That’ll be three hundred dollars, please”

“But I have no insurance , you see”

And they keep your stash and offer an “Oh,dear.”

***

 

You wonder if it matters if you skip a pill

After all, you’ve certainly had your fill

But you come up with nothing but… empty.

 

You’re a young person still

With a disease against your will

Trying to make the best of a travesty.

 

***

So pay the fee to pop the whites and the reds

And just before climbing up and snuggling into bed

Don’t forget to take the purple and orange one, too.

 

For when you awake the next morning

And you feel like you are soaring

Just remember, those pills are helping you be you.

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A Song for Parkinson’s Disease by A Woman with Parkinson’s Disease

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Dora Leonard is a reading teacher in an elementary school in the suburb of Chicago, a wife and mother of 3 children.

Dora was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in December 2013; two months after she turned 50.

Inspired to write a poem in December of 2014, she later asked her 22-year-old college son, Jeremy, to compose the melody for it. They asked a singer from their church to sing the mother-son creation for them and hence, the song I Will Choose was created.

The sales proceeds of this song (available on iTunes) is donated directly to the Michael J. Fox Foundation research for finding a cure. Dora is hoping that by sharing this informationw with others, it will aide in finding a cure for those who live with Parkinsons’s disease.

I Will Choose, by Jeremy Leonard, is sold on iTunes, Amazon and Google Play for 99 cents. You can preview the song by clicking on the link ‘I Will Choose’ above.

This Is Parkinson’s

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my knees are shakin’
it’s not from being nervous
this is parkinson’s

stiff muscles abound
throughout my aching body
this is parkinson’s

lips quiver, teeth click
smile turns into a frown
this is parkinson’s

toes and fingers bend
involuntarily ‘cuz
this is parkinson’s

legs, arms, sides, back and
stomach seize up in great pain
this is parkinson’s

voice falters and fades
i shout and they yell ‘speak up’
this is parkinson’s

i choke on my food
swallowing becomes harder
this is parkinson’s

tripping and falling
walking like a cute penguin
‘cuz of parkinson’s

writing becomes hard
what once was legible is
now parkinson’s scratch

depression and some
forgetfulness issues are
because of it too

the little monster
is to blame
for most all of
that is wrong with me

the good and the bad
and the happy and the sad
a blessing, a curse

badly plugged poop stools
(to make it fit this haiku)…
due to parkinson’s

with one side I am
almost free and with the other
i am bound in chains

to a disease they –
I – we – all call parkinson’s
‘cuz that’s what it is

confusion and a
thing called forgetfulness could
be the… i forget

greater now is the
understanding, compassion,
‘cuz of parkinson’s

confusion, and some
irritability are
blamed on parkinson’s

and why not? if i
must bare this crazy disease
i ask you – why not?

why not blame it for
being snappy and silly
and for all things else

like running into
walls and tripping over chairs
and things of that kind?

why not blame it for
everything in life gone wrong?
seems fair to me, huh?

it took from my life
what wasn’t its to take and…
it just keeps taking

but am i angry?
no – i hold no grudges on
things i cannot see

and though i can see
God in this world around me
i aim no blame at Him

i do not see Him
in this hideous disease
but because of it

i see Him because
of His comfort and His care
and the way He loves

with His strong arms and
His great, matchless mercy and
never ending grace

He is in the all
His faithfulness trustworthy
with hope i endure

it may be ‘cuz of
parkinson’s
that i suffer
or maybe it’s not

but this i do know…
it’s because of God i live
joy unspeakable

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