8 June, 2011
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
The pain grows each day
From shoulder, to arm, now to hand
Making me mean
Making me not me
Relief is in the future
But fear resides until then
The pain always a reminder
That the inevitable will arrive
I look at the bottles of pills
With scorn for the taking
They steal my being
Replacing me with a dumbed down version of myself
I don't wake up wondering if there will be pain
Oh yes, there will be pain
Now it is a matter of how much
I wonder how much more I can take
------- Author's Notes -------
A couple months ago I hurt my arm playing high speed bowling on Kinect of all things.. Turns out I did more than strain a muscle. I tore my supraspinatus tendon and the rotator cuff. Each day the pain seems to grow worse. Surgery is on the not so distant horizon.. scaaaaary!!!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|wwyf (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, June 14 2011, 07:33 pm|
I am sure if you take it easy and give your as much rest and avoid exerting it too much, it would help ease the pain and perhaps heal the torn tendos.
wish you quick recovery!
|mental (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, June 14 2011, 11:01 pm|
take it easy . is heat or cold compress on order?
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