Everyone’s fighting a battle you know nothing about 

I hate my sleep apnea.

Hate, hate, abhor.

I can’t breathe when I sleep so I awaken repeatedly,

Nap on the daily,

and feel beat.

A lived life must be more than annoyance and suffering.

 

Ten years a-questing

To fix breath, life force, qi.

The first doctor declares me a statistical anomaly,

Second finds nothing

In a test improperly run.

So I find the right team—

The world’s experts, wouldn’t you know?—

Who spot it immediately, can solve it in a day…

As soon as I can get on their booked-years-out schedule.

 

The process is the punishment,

The surgery the solution.

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