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Gear
Here I am spun out on gearWill tomorrow be less full of fear? Don’t worry it’s all legal,Free too, for those that are frugal. Each prescription goes, if you think I’m a drain,To fight the good fight – the war on pain.Because the nerves won’t listen anymore,They have panic attacks no matter the score. Adhesions don’t know how to healLeaving me unsure how to feelUnable to trust my own two feet on the floorDid you think I was joking when I said it’s a war? Like my body is on a spreeDesperately seeking a space to be freeTrying to find a moment of peace for my mindOverwhelmed by all my…
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A long overdue update
Oh goodness, it’s been such a long time since I did a proper update. Things have been hard in so many ways. Now I’m just trying to think of where to begin to really update you. I guess a while back in July seems a good place to start, when I first heard the term “long term prospects” and was told that palliative care would be starting to had over to the pain clinic. This was amazing news but with the end of my radiotherapy came the beginning of my neuropathy. Neuropathic pain is notoriously hard to manage. There are drugs available to help but they often aren’t the loan…
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Little Messages
Little messages travel down to nerves, That shouldn’t be. Little messages travel down to nerves, Medication to fight that caused so much harm I wonder why it was so important that I won, Destroyed all the receptors it could find Leaving me broken Little messages send pain through my body That shouldn’t be. Little messages send pain through my body They shouldn’t be Contorted, I try to fight. But my skin is aflame, My organs are gone, lost to the fire. Even breathing seems to be hard, All because Little messages carry the flames throughout That shouldn’t be. Little messages carry the flames throughout They shouldn’t be I need to…
