My Dickey Foot

Hi, there my friends...
I must put pen to paper a weight has been lifted from my mind
This is about my dickey foot, 
My little sis must be up there looking out for me...
I, at last, had my appointment to see the quack at the hospital
Except he was no quack you see, he was a real consultant 
A real knowledgeable man, he explained step by step 
As he poked and prodded me, listen, carefully to what I had to say 
To all the symptoms as I saw it ...
He listen and nodded not sweeping under the carpet or patronizing me...
He examined my legs and feet. he stuck pins on me to see what I felt or didn't feel...
He was a real jewel...don't you see
He knew what was on my mind I've been carrying it for some time
What terrified me most ...I thought I was suffering,
From Motor Neurone disease...the symptoms I described
Wasn't compatible to that, ghastly, disease it doesn't usually run in families... 
My little Sis died off...from that ghastly disease
And like me, it started on her feet I thought here we go again...
Starting on my right foot, out of nowhere my foot gave up the ghost on me...
Went out to dinner with friends, getting up my foot gave up on me down I went ... 
I just couldn't feel my foot as it went numb flapping on me, 
I didn't have control, it had a mind of it own
I couldn't wear sandals shoes or sandals, I was in a right pickle
Went to see monsieur le quack, without even examining me ... 
Saying  its arteritis he was a real big head, a pompous asshole...
For months I took his words as gospel...wasn't happy, 
Saw a different doc, see what the problem was...
Saying  I couldn't feel my foot off to the hospital, he sent me...
But in between shit happened ...with cancelled appointments, back and forth to the doc...
Finally, I saw this wonderful man...a Rheumatologist putting my mind at rest, 
The news is good it's not what you think...
My problem is common peroneal nerve palsy...Motor Neurone it's not 
Although you've dropped foot, a splint you might need to wear ...
I hate splints says I!  having my own way to strapping my foot, 
They'll be no splints for me! b I may never wear, my sexy sandals and shoes again ...
Am not giving up yet you see...
I've got a cupboard full of them I'll wait, a little while longer ...
The charity shop may end up with them, ugly shoes I never thought I'd end up wearing ...
I'll look like the ruddy bag lady, dragging her bloody foot...
But it might even get better my consultant said he...
I could have given him a great big kiss...
But instead shook his hand, & winked at him saying...
I hope I don't have to see you again, keeping my fingers crossed, 
See what happens, am smiling see. 

                                By Connie James.

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