I think my left side’s starting to improve:
the neck and hip have ceased their creaky ways;
the ankle isn’t painful when I move;
I’m lately liking biking most the days.
My upper arm and shoulder yet complain;
it hurts to twist behind – there’s ache at times.
I think it will resolve; I still maintain
I need to alter use. I jot these rhymes
as patient notes, to aid my memory
with details when the injuries recur,
to understand a long recovery
when short-term recollection tends to blur.
I don’t need medicine – just time at home.
I nurse myself with comforter and poem.