Fibro, A poem.Could you imagine being 20 years old,30 years old,And being stuck in the body of a 90 year old? Watching your skin turn to hell and flake, away,And your hair never cooperate anymore?Seeing teeth trying to loosen andFeeling like some days your eyesight was bad,Or that your sense of time was starting to go? Can you feel the agonyOf hips that don’t want to work,But must work to get through a day,Feet too swollen to put a shoe on,And fingers too sore to do it anyway?Necks that are too tight to hold up your head,And backs curving under the strain,Stomachs that can’t digest anythingBecause the stress of a single hour grows too much? And can you imagine sleep the only solace,Only that sleep isn’t restfulAnd it isn’t kind?Wake up with more pain then you went to bed withAnd you don’t feel rested anyways? Doctors don’t really helpAnd the other treatments too expensive to convey,But each day passes with swift regularityAnd no one gives you a break. What pain is there without bruises?What skin irritation without a sore?What sleep deprivation?Just go to bed earlier and get more!What stomach issues, just eat better.Mind over matter, make it work!But when Fibromyalgia is the villainBelieve me, he’s going to make it hurt. ©2010 Jennifer Altherr, butyoudontlooksick.com
Fibromyalgia, Osteoarthritis, scoliosis, back problems, hypothyroidism.
So true, M!