The diagnosis
By Rubee
THE DIAGNOSIS I went to my doctor Feeling quite ill Trembling and weak Hot flashes and chills My heart pounded madly My legs wobbled too You say I'm not dying How can that be true? But you are the doctor I guess you would know Did I mention I couldn't Breath or swallow? Okay I'll believe you And I'm really relieved But anxiety and panic Who'd have believed? It's a little disorder Called a panic attack As I leave with some pills I'm sure I'll be back He said all I needed Was just to calm down I think that my doctor Is some kind of clown! So I'll go to some others Just to be sure There's got to be one That knows of a cure But alas I was wrong I must now live with this And that is the story Of my diagnosis :) Written January 25th, 1999 © on Jan 25 2002 03:29 AM PST 0 • 14
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