Post-Op

I’m halfway through obnoxious meds, and know
I’ll flourish when they stop protecting me.
I’m caring for myself, and I bestow
compared to ℞ automatically
dispensed, attention of prime quality.
I’m introducing exercise and food
appropriate for my recovery.
I’m nourishing a patient attitude.

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