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Poetry and prose
Poem
Paroxysms
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  1. Andrew R L Medford
  1. Correspondence to Andrew R L Medford, North Bristol NHS Trust, North Bristol Lung Centre, Bristol, BS10 5NB, UK; andrewmedford{at}hotmail.com

https://doi.org/10.1136/medhum-2017-011245

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    A whimsical bark to start,

    a slight whistle accompanies,

    a burning in the windpipe.

    No respecter of Morpheus.

    The barks continue as paroxysms,

    Becoming more and more frequent,

    Poco a poco crescendo

    Until all goes quiet

    A feeling of eerie hiatus

    The pills are swallowed.

    The paroxysms eventually begin to dwindle;

    But not before another crescendo;

    Will it ever end?

    The nemetic flute returns,

    leader of the orchestra. Beware any silence now,

    as Morpheus may never return.

    The paroxysms finally pass,

    time for Morpheus to return now;

    the flute and orchestra take their leave

    The opus has concluded.

    I suffered from pertussis pneumonia. The symptoms were unpredictable, uncontrollable at times and frightening taking several weeks to subside despite antibiotics. I wrote the poem “paroxysms” after one attack of whooping at night. Dr Medford lives and works as a respiratory consultant in Bristol, UK.

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    • Competing interests None declared.

    • Provenance and peer review Not commissioned; internally peer reviewed.