I lay me down upon my bed,
To seek a little sleep.
Begins the drip, begins the hack,
No rest – no dreaming deep.
It does no good, I cannot breathe,
Downstairs I go to find
Some solace from the toss and turn,
Diversion for my mind.
Coughing, spewing, bleary-eyed,
Upright, just snot and me,
At 2 am I find myself
Alone with QVC.
*Dedicated to my sister Lib, and all our fellow-sufferers, alone in the night with our Kleenex and our remote controls. May we be breathing easier soon.