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Botox Blues

by Joan Serratelli

Maybe it's the Botox
which has paralyzed
the wrong muscles
or the Klonopin
which has made it
impossible for me to spell
or sometimes even think
The Dantrium helped for a while
giving me false hope

The DBS Surgery was supposed
to make the difference
to make my neck straight once more
but they couldn't find the correct settings
so they kicked me out the door
to find another programmer
who could work magic on my brain

I am nothing
if not angry
looking for help
that doesn't exist
I cannot accept this condition
that has taken so much away

I cannot drive
using a microwave
or a cell phone
having a MRI
or ultrasound
could fry my brain
what would it matter
I can't be cured anyway

So what's left for me?
A life filled with pain
sometimes I wonder
why I go on

When they told me I had Dystonia
I laughed, I knew it wouldn't kill me
but deep down I wished it would

04/11/2006

Author's Note: I have a rare Neurological condition. It is called Dystonia- no treatment, no cure- just PAIN!

Posted on 04/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/12/06 at 02:36 PM

Concede your helplessness and you are no more helpless.You can continue to do what you want to do about this condition. You can continue to LIVE without this feeling of helplessness, once you concede.There is so much more in LIFE.So much.

Posted by Rula Shin on 04/12/06 at 02:37 PM

Yes, it can be very difficult if not impossible to see through to life when in the forefront illness takes over our physical world, because one can't simply separate internal from external or mind from body. All I can say is that anger and negative thoughts will destroy the internal world as well, making it almost more painful than the external, creating two helpless situations when there is only one. Perspective is a powerful thing. If only we could accept the one, so as not to infect the other. I wish you all the best and the future might yet hold a cure in the physical sense, but forget those hopes and maybe you can find meaning in the present moment where regret, anger, and fear are not accessible. Hope is there and you are HERE. Try not to fight what you can't fight, but do what you can do now and find meaning somewhere here. Well, words are just words and I regret it's all I have to offer. One can empathize but can never understand until he's in the shoes of the other. Good luck to you Joan.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/14/06 at 12:55 PM

A sobering reality check for us less painfully challenged. Here I thought I was bad with a continually achy back, that sometimes goes out to the point where I can't stand up straight. As the saying goes, "I felt sorry for myself, not having any shoes, then I saw a man with no feet." Here's wishing you strength Joan in this cross you bear.

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