The body is willing...but the mind... ..... might be distracted. |
I count my pills I count them again I carefully divide them into little plastic boxes I count how many days How many days can I stretch them, if the doctor doesn't order more How many days can I go without them, and not begin to feel it How thinly can I ration them, before they do no good I plan my days I plan again I pick out clothing in advance I plan out strategies at work I struggle to remember who belongs to which account How many days before the people I look after suffer my shortcomings How many people will notice that I've changed How many people will not be kind or graceful How thinly can I ration, before it does no good? I remind myself I'm lucky I remind myself again I will not die, if the doctor doesn't order more I will not get sick, when my rationing runs out But who will care, when I get clumsy and forgetful Who will care, when I can't take the extra load if someone else gets sick Who will mention I look sickly, because I'm tired and self conscious Who will soothe my worries, when I know I've been substandard I count my pills I count them again |