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Side Effects

Blotchy spots appear on my face.
Itch, scratch.
Itch, scratch.

These damn pills were suppose to help me.
Not make me worse.

Fever rising.
Face flushing,
and it's not because I'm simply blushing.

Damn side effects.
Damn allergic reaction.

More medicine I'm allergic too...
Great, just what I need.

Now what?
My shoulder twitching.
The muscle is spasming.
The blisters on my face burn.
And the fever sends chills up my spine.

I had a little pain before.
Now I'm more sick than I was
before I got the stupid meds.

No wonder I don't trust pills?
How many times did I take pills
and I end up shaking,
breathing hard,
and panic would start rising.

Doctors appointments.
Sickness.
Infection.
And therapy.

Past four years.
One problem after another.
Things that I could explain.
Others too embarressing.

Now I'm waiting for another perscription.
They haven't even got test results back.
They're simply guessing.
I have this, so take that.
Oh that didn't work, well then take this.
It might help and it might not.

After all isn't what doctors do
called "practice"?
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