I think I’m going to get a label, apparently it’s the thing to do.

I was going to get bipolar, but that’s out of fashion since 2022.

I thought I had Asperger’s or Autism. I can relate, and much of it seems part of my day.

As I swing from being socially awkward to questioning why and if I should stay?

Maybe I should stick with plain old anxiety but that wouldn’t quite describe most of my woes,

‘Cause I worry about my health a lot, I have symptoms from my head to my toes.

I have persistent and intense hypochondria. I’ve had most things in my time as a nurse.

A little knowledge is a good thing, they say, but more, and it turns to a curse.

My Tourette’s is getting much better, unless I’m driving along in my car and,

A tosser in a big black Mercedes cuts me off and pushes me once again too fucking far….. prick.

I have a severe case of procrastination, but apparently that is not a disease,

but a lack of motivation and purpose, which comes from too much time on a screen.

I thought I had PDA or ADHD as I hate being told what to do.

My concentration is such that it all gets too much, and I end up saying, ” Really? Fuck you.

I’ve suffered from Bulimia, or so I thought, as I used to gorge myself and end up being sick.

Then, someone I know said I wasn’t typically so, I was just one fat and lazy sad prick.

I’d really like to get a diagnosis, but I cannot get through to the GP,

Thank goodness for Facebook and TikTok; all their users give advice for free.

Perhaps I might wait until the summer, something new might evolve and become vogue

until then I’ll suffer in silence, until then I’ll continue being rogue……