The bruise was an omen,

When a blood sample was taken.

The results would be depressing,

To say the least.

My iron level was low,

Really low.

Iron tablets,

A curse

As well as a cure,

Weren’t an option


In an I.V.

Lucky me,

As I begin to understand normalcy,

An I.V. will deflate and humble me.

But I will move,

Rather than become immobilized,

Because I am a worker, an accomplisher. A doer.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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