In July of 2007 I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. I was relieved because it explained a lot of the wierd symptoms I was having, unfortunatly it did not cover all my symptoms and 2 weeks after the Parkinson's dianosis I was told I also had a rare neuromuscular disease called Cramp Fasciculation Syndrome. The specialist was very excited and was constanly asking me questions about my symptoms and how I was feeling. Finding it hard to vocalize how I was truely feeling I wrote my experiece with this disease in a poem. This poem is 5 years old now but every word still strikes home.
RARE DISEASES SUCK
Curling under,
my toes
seperate in spasm,
my arches sore,
twitching,
calves throbbing
with each movement.
Muscles cramping
up
and
down
my legs,
circling my knees
and then
slamming
into my groin,
forcing me into
a stiff legged agony,
tears,
curses,
prayers.
Rolling out of bed
onto the floor,
unable to stand,
my body twisted,
my mind screaming
with terror!
I wait out the
uncontrolled dance
of nerve and tissue
until I can
once again
regain control.
Twisting to relieve
the pain,
my hip screams.
Rippling waves
of contractions
travel up my back,
squeezing
across my chest,
pinching my shoulders,
tightening my neck
into a corkscrew
about to pop,
my eyes twitching.
More tears,
more damn tears,
arms heavy.
stiff,
and sore.
My hands,
numb and tingling,
drop all that is
place within them.
Eventually,
the muscles ease.
I climb gingerly
back into bed,
lying still
sleep comes again.
Moving through
the day that follows,
feeling sore,
and tired,
the pain comes
in waves,
my limbs throbbing
as if they have been
deprived of the air
they need to breathe.
Rare Diseases Suck!
Jupiterjane