Medication

A few month ago, I went to the doctors.
He told me, "Point to where it hurts."
So I pointed to my foot.
He wrote on his clipboard, then asked,
"On a scale of 1-10 how much dose it hurt?"
I told him five.
The man in the white coat told me it was nothing serious.
He gave me a prescription for some pain killer.
And sent me on my way.

Three weeks ago, I went to the doctors.
He told me,
"Point to where it hurts."
I pointed to my stomach.
"On a scale from 1-10 how intense is the pain?"
"6," I said, "and there is a sharp pain."
He told me that it was no problem.
Made some marks on his clipboard.
And handed me a slip for more pain killers.
"No problem," he told me, as I went on my way out.

I went to the doctors a week ago
"Point"
My sides, and It's hard to breath.
"Pain 1-10"
8. I think I'm suffocating.
"It's no problem, just take this."
More pain killers.

I went to the doctors yesterday.
Clutching and grabbing at my chest.
Pointing to my heart.
Saying through tear filled gasps,
"What do I take this time,
This pain is off the scale.
She took my heart and ripped it in two!
Doctor,
What do I do?"
He didn't write on his clipboard.
For a while he didn't say a word.
"There's nothing I can do for you,"
As he sent me out the door.

I stayed home today,
And bathed in this pain.
Keeping a tight grip on the left side of my chest.

Then the idea came,
I ran,
And raided my medication cabinet.
I took out the Advil from my head aches,
The Acetaminophen for my foot.
The Codeine for my stomach.
The Oxycodone from that other time.
I took it all out,
Every
Single
Pain killer.
There is a reason doctors don't prescribe pain killer for broken hearts.
One strong enough just doesn't exist.
So,
If I combine all the prescriptions,
And over the counter pain killer,
That should do the trick.
Right?
So I took them all.
One bottle after another.

Hours later I was sleeping.
But I woke to a voice.
It asked me, "Point to where it hurts."
I no longer hurt.
"On a scale 1-10 how much is the pain?"
There is no pain.
I
Feel
Great.