a sneezy, wheezy poem

For the first time I will write a poem for my blog. Please bear with me.

Sneezing, wheezing, must be spring.

Used to pop a pill once a day and be fine.

But with ALS, allergies are not a minor thing.

I have to finely balance my time.

I use meds, cough assist, and suction, plus kleenex, nose sprays, and mouth spray.

Some days I can get feeling pretty good after a shower.

But on others it can take most of the day.

And always with a clear esophagus the drainage can overpower.

I don’t know why I am an enigma.

It seems like in 2018 with a very old disease they should have seen it all.

But there is a stigma.

And I have to reinvent the ball!

ok a little poetic license on the last word😎🍃🌺🌻💐🌸🏵🌹🥀🌲🌱⚘🌷🌼🌳🌾🌿☘🍀🍁🍂⛳flowers, trees, dust and grass