My body didn't quite get the message
I'm suppose to be well.
My hair isn't growing fast enough
Though I finally have some eyelashes
On which to put mascara.
My fingernails aren't coming back quick enough
Though I think they're done falling off.
My feet won't stop tingling
But I'm walking more every day.
My emotions are still all over the place
Still nothing a little Ativan can't cure.
And my sweet tooth came back
With a vengeance
to make up for the 20 pounds it lost.
I guess I'd better send another memo
And hope my body does it's part.