At first, was a case of touchiness
Which oftentimes suggests that I am tired,
But gradually awareness coalesced
That something was amiss with my insides.

It then became a trial of withstanding
Until I reached a place of privacy
And waiting, shivering for understanding
Of all my symptoms alimentary.

And after hours of curling in a ball,
At last, the illness’s apotheosis
Came over me, and I was rid of all
That stood between me and a good prognosis.

The shaking ceased and all was calm at last,
So I am confident the worst is past.