Oh to feel like me again

by Em   May 1, 2021


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

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Keira Pickard

    I really hope this isn't true. Sending hugs and best wishes X