If Doctor's Poem by Tobbie WhiteBird Crowe

If Doctor's Get 50% Of Their Diagnosis Right They Feel There Doing Well But Why Do I Always Have To Be The Guinea Pig...

I really feel quite certain
That I don't need all this pain.
I'm sick and tired of moaning
And I'm weary of this game.

Suffering builds character,
Of that I've always heard.
But after so many years of this
I'm ready to throw out my bed.

I'm weary of the trips to the doctors,
Fed up with the tests and pills.
They never know quite whats wrong with me,
But wonder if I've made out my will.

I'm a mystery to medical science.
Baffled cause they can't find the cause.
As I scream and moan in my agony,
They claim it's my mind as they pause.

As the search leads on for my illness,
And I'm shuffled from doctor to doctor,
I feel like an uncharted wilderness
Punched and poked as they ponder.

Oh what I'd give for the good old days
When pain ment just a stubbed toe.
I don't care weather they find out whats wrong
Just so the pain finally goes.

They say there's a reason for everything,
You just have to find the right door.
Will someone show me where it is,
I don't want to be sick anymore.

(1974)