This time I screwed up. My left calf muscle has decided to go on strike.
It was like an animal crept up behind me and ripped open my flesh with its claws.
All I did was step down of the bench... simultaneously as I placed my foot on the floor the pain coursed through my body and I rolled myself onto the mattress that was lying of the floor.
Now I quiver here in unbearable pain as I begin to cry, realizing it is not the pain that brings the tears to my eyes but the overwhelming realization that I will not be able to care for myself.
I've pulled my left calf muscle due to muscle weakness is my guess. The only positive thing that comes to mind is that I didn't dislocate anything.
My roommate helps me get comfortable in bed. I feel ashamed to ask for his help.
I explain what I need and he does the best he can to oblige, but I am left with many needs that I just ignore.
A call is made and a doctor is dispatched and I now have medications to help.
I take the drugs that I have been prescribed. I have an allergic reaction to one complicating my existence.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
