Medical Update

[decarnin]

Oh sharper than the tooth-sting of an adder
Is the quirkt misbehavior of a bladder;
No sooner do I lie down on my bed
Than twinges drive me up its rain to shed.
Most often half is dropt upon the carpet
And I can't walk enough, or bend, to mop it.
Would that my kidneys that continual weep
Would cut it out, and let me get some sleep.

Comments

[tehomet]

Crikey! You poor thing.

Nifty poem, though.

My sympathies and admiration, respectively.