One more trip to the doctor.
One more admission of humiliating symptoms.
One more physician‘s persevering uncertainty.
One more hunch about drugs even after repeated failures of 6 week trials.
One more hopeful bottle of toxins to ingest.
One more set of side-effects to endure.
One more crippling debility: Illness’s strong swing of a sharp ax into the pulp of my dignity cutting deeply.
One more intentional assault leaving me with a staggering and teetering propriety.
One more debility before I’m disqualified from sovereignty; stripped of my liberty, freedom, and independence, my self-reliant character reverts to childhood, a time of absolute dependence for survival.
One more obedient abdication of my extinct identities and forthcoming dog’s age.
One more no more.