Disability
where i am
feels small and tight
like someone else's clothing
it doesn't fit or smell like me
I wake up each morning not sure how much of my energy can be spent
on the things i used to take for granted
Breathing, eating,sleeping
It took over my life in November
took away my job and gave my name rank and serial number to every doctor and
insurance company east of the Mississippi
I have medications that counteract the effects of other medications
i watch too much daytime Television
and spend too much time bonding with my cats
I have become a victim in this heath game
they cannot put one name on it so it must not be real
but i feel like i am dying slowly
a little more each day
Copyright © Patricia Koch | Year Posted 2007
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