This illness inside of me
What can I say that
will express this illness inside of me,
so huge it overwhelms all of
me on
every level?
What can I say to
make it all right again?
How can I find a
pathway to restore me?
Is it even possible?
I am too blank in the
head
Too empty of thought
Too weak in my hands
Too uncoordinated in
my movement
Too cut off from my
motor control
Too dark in my vision
Too uncontrolled in
my eye muscles
To look at a page
And hold a pen
And think anything
coherent
Or new
Or accurate
Or discerning enough
Then write word after
word in a straight line on a page
I am too breathless
from my swollen stomach pushing against my diaphragm
Too physically numb
In too much pain in
too many parts of me
My head
My face
My lips
My tongue
My gums
My teeth
My eyes
My eyebrows
My nose
My ears
My skin
My muscles
My legs
My calves
My thighs
My feet
My soles
My toes
My chest
My arms
My hands
My fingers
My back
My spine
My stomach
No part untouched
within or without me
I am too exhausted
and cognitively impaired to answer my own question
To find the thoughts
that might give me some glimmer of hope
Too unable to process
the information I need to understand my own body
I am too nauseated by
chemicals and perfumes
Too irritated and
trembling from noise vibration
Too shaken by muscle
spasms from head to foot
Too swollen and
inflamed
Too at risk of
instant and total paralysis
Even to bear the
sound of a scratching pen on a piece of paper
Because noise is a
danger and a harm to me
That can complexly
incapacitate me for hours on end
Leaving me numb and
my muscles screaming and collapsing in immovable agony
Then leave me
weeping, overheating, freezing, shaking, irritated, fuzzy headed,
weakened, thoughtless
Still unable to do
anything at all
My whole life a dance
between total paralysis and almost complete inability to function
In any normal,
accepted, understood way, sitting hunched over, immobile
Or staring into space
Lying flat and unable
to communicate
Tortured by normal
reality
Persecuted by people
living ordinary lives
In my vicinity.
This is no way to
live
Of that I am certain.
The torment is
indescribable
And unimaginable
Moment to moment
Of uncertainty
And inability
With the addition of
constant pain on multi- levels
And sensations few
would know
Or begin to believe
possible
Flowing all over my
body
Skin crawling
Muscles screeching,
body burning, itching and irritated
Feeling as if it is
expanding and contracting
Disappearing and
assaulting me.
Yet this is my life.
This is me
Having to live in it
and through it and deal with it relentlessly
No rest
No clear explanations
No adequate
investigations
No safe medical
pathway to follow
No security of
reliable specialists supporting, investigating, monitoring,
reassuring, treating, explaining, understanding me.
Nothing.
Except a GP
And a loving husband
Who do not know
What to do.
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