A frustrated Lyme poem

What the heck is Lyme doing
In my life?
I was bitten, now it bites at me.

A hideous insect, as it starts
Then gets extra legs
Bloody stupid thing

It hid on me and spat out
Filth, under my skin
And off it dropped

My life is upside down
My heart, my brain
My body is worn out

I try to think and do things
But brain fog, thick and custardy
Clouds out my thoughts

Your name I cannot remember
What day did you say that
Today is?

I could once win the 100 metres
But now I cannot even find
My shopping list

Down the aisles I buy things
Again that I have already bough
Duplicates rotting in my fridge

I had a frozen shoulder and
It went and now I have
Tennis elbow both sides

My fingers are carpally
Typing is a pain and yet
I need support groups

My heart beats out of tune
I’m not in love, no lover awaits
Just ectopic pain

I eat, oh how I eat and
My waist expands
But I am always hungry

I will get up now, sluggish
And go about the day
With tight face muscles

When I do not smile
Do not say ‘it might not happen’
For it already has

And I am congenitally conjoined
With this illness that
I share with my kids

We struggle on and add
PANDAS and nobody believes
That we are not well

It sucks, this tick illness