19 September 2012
I showed utter dissatisfaction, With the hospitals reaction, To my myocardial Infarction, That I had at work today.
They say it wasn't a heart attack, And that I'm just a hypochondriac, So go away and don't come back, And sent me on my way!
If it wasn't my heart that caused the chest pain, Was it just a trick played by my brain? A haemorrhage would drive me insane, To the doctors if I may!
A deadly serious look on my GP's face, He smiled and nodded with good grace, "Mr Wilson, we need to talk about your case", This will be my final day!
The docs on the phone in a matter of seconds, Now my complaints have been actioned, As it turns out I've just been sectioned, Hooray, hooray, hooray!
At last I'm in a place I want to be, Where my illness can really be free, It's not physical, so some people can't see, It's in my head. It's real to me.
In My Head • Opuss № I