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by Em May 1, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Bile rises in my throat - Regurgitation. Last night's food dislodged in my chest. If the Dr had listened before I wouldn't be this bad - losing weight will help, lock down has been kind to no-one - 2 stone lighter in a month - I can't eat, I daren't, food sticks to my esophagus, I choke - I've told her more than once. The pain is unbearable. My stomach looks impregnated. My chest feels dead. My hiatus hernia feels damaged. I feel weak. Another call to a different Dr and as soon as he hears my symptoms he sighs "please don't worry but...." My mind begins to race Hurry up endoscopy. Hurry up 12th May. ©Em Authors note - I know this is far from a poem but hey ho I needed to get this off my chest
by Keira Pickard
I really hope this isn't true. Sending hugs and best wishes X