Sick again

by ERS   Sep 21, 2021



I always hoped one day I'd be too big for bad days

But as I sit here with this tiny box thats been keeping me alive for 20 years
Tubes layed in the bed around me
I think that its probably my oldest friend

The feeling of pulling air in
Sharp like razor blades
The deep hum of a compessor
Fingers shaking
Mouthpiece locked between my teeth
Struggling against a chest full of gravel
To never quite get enough air

An I guess,
I guess youre never too big for bad days

-ERS

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  • 2 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    This sounds like torture not a life. I hope things change for you and things improve.

    Craig

    • 2 years ago

      by ERS

      Thank you for your concern ? I actually wrote this about my asthma, luckily for me it's manageable most days. I feel like our bodies do so much for us, we forget sometimes, they're not unbreakable. It can be a reality check to end up sick again.

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