I’m Okay

I’m okay.
Is what I say.
It’s easier for me.
Than having to explain,
words like Autoimmune Disease or
Systemic Lupus Erythematosus.

Anyway, I feel like a broken record,
Repeating the same awful words.
And, who wants to bore anyone
With the technical medical terms?
Certainly not me,
I don’t even want to hear them.

Words like Lordosis, Scoliosis, Spondylosis,
And, that is only a very few of the “Osis-es”
But, it’s enough already to lose attention.
It’s depressing for me to write.
Even though they are true,
And, someone else could possibly relate.

Or, what about the “Itis-es?”
Osteoarthritis, Bursitis, Pericarditis,
Diverticulitis, and Pancreatitis.
Too much, but not enough info to let the world
Know all the damage my Lupus has done.
It is so much info that I get lost in its web.

Then, there are some of my ailments that don’t fit
Into the “Osis-es” or the “Itis-es.”
How about that lovely Brain Aneurysm?!
And, the wonderful everlasting Fibromyalgia.
I need the sarcasm at this point.
It’s making me feel better about all this.

Or is it…

Let me go back to I’m okay.
It’s easier for me
To make it through the day.
To tell myself that,
To sound like a broken record,
To press repeat over and over again.