Alanis Morissette - Rhian Elizabeth

Mask up

IV line in

I’m alone now

Shoved into a side room 

On the eerily silent ward of the MS clinic.

I just signed a paper of consent

Detailing all the possible side effects

I might expect-

Headaches

And dizziness

A skin rash 

And nausea

Liver function problems

And death.

You need to take it 

The neuro said 

But it’s your choice of course- 

You always have a choice

Which is funny because

I don’t remember choosing any 

Of this.

And i know i should be thinking about how 

This new treatment could kill me

But all i can think about is how 

This time last year

I finally got round to paying

For that disabled person’s cinema card 

All excited about

Taking girls out on discount dates

Eating popcorn in the dark 

And kissing and stuff

But then of course-

COVID!

I haven’t used the card once or kissed a fucking thing.

I’m living in an alanis morissette song

I swear

I need this new treatment but it could kill me

Isn’t it ironic

Don’t you think?