Discomfort

On Friday/Saturday I felt unwell.
Discomfort was intestinal, so yes,
I had much pain and worry, truth to tell:
concerned my future’d altered I’ll confess.
I tried to be a patient patient, guess
at diet change and read from Web MD.
At 4 p.m. relief came, more than less,
from home and time, and not the pharmacy.

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