Goodbye Rebif

In a modest white house,

There was a fridge with blue containers

Stocked with hated Rebif shots

and a woman sick of dealing with…

 

Evenings wasted each week – three

The need to drink water til the constant need to pee

 

Heat packs and popping two Aleve

Itchy shot spots nothing could relieve

 

Shot spots that were also black and blue

Constant fears of waking with the flu

 

An auto-injector that’s too powerful

A medicine’s whose effectiveness is rather doubtful

 

Goodbye hate and fear.

Goodbye drinking til my pee is clear.

 

Goodbye Aleve.

Goodbye time thieve.

 

Goodbye auto-injector contraptions.

Goodbye injection site reactions.

 

Goodbye flu-like side effects.

Goodbye mounting skin defects.

 

Goodbye six full sharps containers that live on top of my fridge.

(Oh wait, I’m stuck with those since no one will take them from me!)

 

GOODBYE REBIF!

 

Here I come, Gilenya! Hope you and I get along well!

(Obviously inspired by, “Goodnight Moon”)