Got out of bed the other day

immediately under attack

some stealthy Ninja warrior

had crept inside my back

the pain that was inflicted

caused contortions so bizarre

that the accompanying yelp

could be heard from near and far

immobile was my status

as I struggled for my breath

then shifting just a tiny bit

I thought I'd caused my death

With gritted teeth I staggered

down the hallway to the kitchen

micro waved my magic bag

to ease the painful bitchin'

there would be no laundry done

or shopping, no mopping of the floor

just a phone call to the doctor

and head on out the door

"Hi, I'd like to see the doctor,

hopefully today."

"Sorry, next week

is the best that I can do.

The doctor's gone away."

hung down my head . . .

hung up the phone . . .

reality then came crashing down

I was here alone