It hurts when I laugh, it hurts when I
sneeze. It hurts when I cry…don’t touch my neck please. Turning my head, looking up, looking down; increases my pain, knocks me to the ground.
“What’s wrong?” people ask, “You look just fine. Are you sure it’s not all in your mind?” Chiari Malformation, my brain’s crowding down. At last an answer’s been found. I’m not crazy or lazy, I’m sick can’t you see? Just writing this is killing me…even AFTER my surgery!
Dishes or laundry?