A Chiari Poem - by Dr. John Oro

So I Say 

Another headache 

The third today 

We all have them 

So they say 

I’m getting dizzy 

My vision blurred 

Your getting older 

Don’t be absurd 

I’m staying home 

Too tired to go 

Go see your doctor 

She should know 

Too many symptoms 

You must be stressed 

Take medication 

And get some rest

I cannot think well 

Can’t find the words 

My memory slipping 

My speech gets slurred 

We’ll get a scan 

Since you insist 

If we find nothing 

Please don’t persist 

Don’t make me laugh 

Don’t make me cry 

It hurts to strain 

I don’t know why 

Your scan is fine 

By report today 

Incidental Chiari 

So they say 

Incidental 

What do you mean 

By a doctor 

I have not seen 

It is anxiety 

That makes you so 

The world is stressful 

I think you know 

I pulled away 

Gave up, or such 

Until the pressure 

Became too much 

I waded through 

The Internet 

Fearful of loosing 

What I had left 

It took some time 

To come to know 

My brain is hanging 

Down too low 

With every beat 

The fluid flows 

Deep in the brain 

To the opening below 

The rush of fluid 

Seeking release 

Finds cerebellum

Which makes it cease 

The pressure spikes 

My head explodes 

It makes such sense 

Now that I know 

Working together

We’ll find a way 

To make it better 

So I say