Disability arrives uninvited.
I recoil from his ugly face. I try to get
rid of him…loose him at physio...in the gym…. walking in the village…. drown him in the sea… talk him to death in counselling…
He is tenacious. He ties a
weight to my leg… … and my head. Trips me up and makes me fall. Laughs in my
face when my seizures restart…
He is nasty…secures iron ball and chain to my leg when I stand. Only when reignited, do nerve cells let me heave it from
the ground. High heeled shoes are history…running in
the past….
He is clever. He waited a
while before he bit with his sharpest teeth. I look well and if seated no one
would guess. But fatigue is his hidden weapon. He uses it at will… surprise is
his strength. He sends nausea and dizziness as its companion. I snap without
thought…with a sly smile he offers the sofa...not where I want to be…
He was a temporary lodger, now
he has squatters’ rights. Disability did not arrive with a user manual. But …
Disability chose me…but he is not my type...
This is quite poetic in a beautiful and sad way,yet encouraging.thanks dawn,Mel from spokz people
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly put! Love this post...
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies it is fabulous to receive feedback on my posts
ReplyDeleteStories told with pure wit are always entertaining to read. And yours is one of them. I like your humor, and how you see the bright side of this situation you're now in. That's the spirit, Dawn! Don't let disability win you over.
ReplyDeleteErminia Cavins
Thank you Erminia for your motivating comments. Disability will never win!
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