On the first day of Christmas, my doctor gave to me
A FLU DI-AG-NO-SIS!
On the second day of Christmas my doctor gave to me :
Prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis!
On the third day of Christmas, the sulfa gave to me,
hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa and a flu diagnosis
On the fourth day of Christmas my body gave to me
a temp of 103 (hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis!)
ON the fifth day of Christmas my Doctor said to me:
BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA (?!), a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the sixth day of Christmas, while walking out the door,
I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my doctor gave to me,
inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the eighth day of Christmas, some toddlers gave to me . . .
strep throat with Abscesses, inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the ninth day of Christmas, mass general took from me:
xrays and blood samples, strep throat with Abscesses, inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my doctor said to me:
“You really don’t half-ass this”, xrays and blood samples, strep throat with Abscesses, inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my lymph nodes gave to me . . .
inability to swallow, “You really don’t half-ass this”, xrays and blood samples, strep throat with Abscesses, inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my worry is just this:
Will I make it to Christmas??? inability to swallow, “You really don’t half-ass this”, xrays and blood samples, strep throat with Abscesses, inhalers to help my cough, I fell down the stairs, BACTERIAL PNEUMONIA, a temp of one-oh-three, hives and puffy lips, prescriptions for sulfa, and a flu diagnosis.
Cakey Hankerson: Great Adventures 
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