Taxol.
My bones.
My knees
My toes.
My belly grows.
The last treatment has got me in a loop. I can feel my skin
with every touch. My knees ache while I make an effort to sleep. I feel my
ankles, a straining feeling like over use. My neck, my back, my butt. I can
feel my fingertips, the skin stretching around my fingers, tightening. My fingers
are numbed, my scars feel the strain and stretch. Stabbings and pin pricks. I
have gained ten pounds since beginning this new treatment and my stomach is
protruding out while suffering from bloat.
Food has been a comfort. I want to quit the starch and dairy,
but it’s the only thing that makes me feel… well, comfort. My body hurts, I
feel exhausted, but I can’t sleep. The drugs prescribed exhaust me more than
sooth, nodding out while I type. Norco, muscle relaxers, ib profrin, thc
nothing is more comforting then mac and cheese.
Headaches.
Knees.
Toes.
Belly grows.
Fuck you Taxol.
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