Oops
Monday, January 10, 2005
Sometimes this last three years, when doctors were completely mystified by my illness, it felt after a life time of them never knowing properly the reason for my different and varied symptoms, that if I had have died, they'd have stood around after saying "Oops"
And now medical helps suchas it is, but at least recongition is nearly here. Tho its likely to be another three months at least before under proper medical care. And sometimes the "oops" still comes to mind as seeming appropriate for them to say. And sometimes on days like today, spent in agonizing pain, throwing up, and half the day drifting in and out conciousness, and just taking the stuff to manage the symptoms rather than any proper help being there, the above inscription of "She told you she was ill" also seems appropriate. Its hard to be so alone and so sick. And its hard sometimes when it reaches extremeties, even tho closer now than at any time in my life for them to be able to help more appropriately to know you could literally die, for want of any proper medical care being in place.
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