By Patty Lynn
In keeping with the season, all Halloween and scary,
I'll tell you of my mystery, read on, but please be wary!
You see, I've got a tale to tale, a tale that I confess...
Is one I've lived, am living now, to say the least, I'm stressed!
It's started back a week ago, when Frank had quite a scare.
He felt a little off, he said, but evidence was there...
That indicated he should see His doc to check it out
Who told him that the ER was his best & clearest route.
And so we went to have the tests, the pokes and all that meant
But all we got was, “We don't know”(so hardly time well spent.)
“We'll say that you came in today with lower quadrant pain...
But we think that diverticulitis is to blame.”
My theory is that we came home with something unforeseen,
A virulent, atypical kind of viral bug, I mean,
That grabbed me, shook me, threw me down and took me for a ride,
That caused me to feel very sick, from inside to outside.
So though they couldn’t name it, they knew what it was not,
“We know it's not bacterial, but don't know what you've got.”
A mystery, it surely is, this nameless, faceless “thing."
But while they threw their hands up, to this I clearly cling...
That now they had to face the fact that knowing it was viral,
They didn't have a single thing, no drug or treatment vital
To offer me, to cure this thing, it had to run it’s course,
Which meant that I could now go home, believe me, no remorse!
The mystery is still just that, a bug without a name,
But now I'm home where I prefer, and no one is to blame.
I'm glad to be in my own home in jammies, not a gown.
I know I'll lick this bug from here, can't keep this good gal down!