The Wait Is Over

Am I

Dreaming a fool's dream

By thinking

This latest medication

Might make a difference

For me?

 

Having spent

Several months

In a holding pattern

Waiting to see

A psychiatrist

For an assessment.

 

 

As my anxiety

And depression

Grew worse

With passing week.

 

To the point

My quality of life

Has been eroded

By these mental illnesses.

 

Where sleep has

Become a cruel joke

With a bitter punchline

Featuring me

As it's subject matter.

 

But now

The clock is ticking

With each passing minute

Until my appointment

Next week.

 

When I see

My nurse practitioner

About the assessment

And possible new drug.

 

Offering a faint hope

Which desperate people cling to

When all else

Has failed.

Author's Note

When I see my nurse practitioner, on April 10, two months have passed since, the psych assessment was done, but a month later than I was told, it would be written up and sent to my medical team. Am hoping, as my 8th anti-anxiety/depressant, it will be the answer, for me.

Reviews

[BlackRose]

LOOOVE it! Phenomenal piece. I can feel the anxiousness of it. No one likes waiting no matter what it is. For this makes it extra hard to wait. I sincerely hope things do go well when you go,

[therisa]

Thank you, BlackRose. I hope so. Will find out, at tomorrow morning's appointment.

[BlackRose]

I hope it will all be great news. :o) You're very welcome.

[therisa]

It went worse than I expected. Have to start insulin, next month. Sigh.

[BlackRose]

Ooh, so sorry that you have to do that. I can only imagine. :o(

[therisa]

Thank you, BlackRose, for your compassion.

[BlackRose]

Anytime. :o/