HAWMC Day 21:Health Madlib Poem
I have never written freely so long ago
Writer’s Cramp is unconfortable, it have no cure yet
It’s simply crippled hands, disability and living is always a struggle,
I am disappointed because it have no treatment.
It’s involuntary contractions and mistreat me too much
Though I have hidden myself with suffering,
I always amaze myself with my determination and hope
Waiting quietly improving of sizzling pains.
If this nightmare worries me and I’m always stressed
My disease will evolve very still,
As when the pain of this writer’s cramp improve
The contractions have already been everywhere recognizing;
Nothing good which we can find in this disease type
It’s disgrace is like drugs dependence
Be satisfied with the diagnostic of movement function loss,
Expecting an improvement with botox even hating
I have no more hope, I must adapt to live with dystonia.
I hate this disease, it makes me very badly
I get depressed and dependent on the help of someone to write
I can not stand waiting more for a solution, for a treatment .