The phlebotomist who likes my tatts
and is disappointed that Villanova
is out of the playoffs
admits to me that this is the
first Vitamin E level he has ever
drawn in his career
I am much more intrigued
with the copper level
he tells me that usually he
only sees orders for copper
when someone had had a hip
replacement and there is concern
about metal leakage.
Good to know.
New body parts will
be examined by magnetic waves
later this week
in effort to solve my mysteries
I will think about voxels
and lululemon yoga pants
to distract myself
in the clanging narrow tube
My body’s betrayal
does not sit easily with me
I value my independence
and was not prepared for
shaving my legs to become
a high risk activity at 51
I still hope
that a change in pharma
or a nutritional supplement
may result in a return to equilibrium
but it seems prudent to
contemplate my options
should my limbs continue to
go rogue
There is always waxing
and pedicures
Dragon software
My left hand could learn new tricks
Pick up some slack
My coworkers and I agree
that I am WAY too badass
for an old lady cane
If this is my new neurological destiny
I need something steampunk
or at least with a skull on the handle
This is me we’re talking about
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
I can feel the strong you through and through this poem of your and yes your coworkers are right. You are a badass and hopefully, you will go through this next medical appointment of your with not so much of discomfort and pain. ATB, Christine.
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Thanks Megha. Being able to write it out helps with some of the anxiety and frustration of being chronically ill with an invisible condition.
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Yes, you require a cane that has swag. Cos you badass, babe!
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I have actually seen a few recently, which was oddly reassuring
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Perhaps a wizardly staff would be appropriate, or a cane carved in the likeness of a dragon, or one made to look like a pirate thigh bone with the peg leg still attached. Of that last, you could always say, “He crossed me on a bad day.”
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A dragon would make me happy. I hadn’t thought about going all Gandolph with a cane. . .
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – testing, seeking answers
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Perseverance and determination don’t fix everything, but they damn sure get you farther down the road than giving up. I guess I could have just said good luck and left it at that. Good luck.
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This poem was written about medical testing I was having to rule out MS- not sure that perseverance or determination had anything to do with it. But thank you
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I hope that test came back negative? Or not yet? Also, did you not know that there are canes out there made especially for badass ladies? My grandmother had a flowered one with a gold tip! I would proudly rock that!!
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We ruled many, many things out on the road to diagnosing my fibromyalgia. A humbling experience to be sure.
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Ah the old fibromyalgia, glad to hear its a nostalgic poem!
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It is- i haven’t had much time or energy to write recently. Too busy editing.
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