In the crowded margins of society
we live with silent sickness, ailing, slowly dying.
With this illness there is no absent limb,
cardiac arrest or stroke, not cancer
nor a dread disease, but a disadvantaged
sickness, fatal slow-burn like a quiet fizzing fuse,
symptoms general and disabling.
A normal result. No action required.
We languish, crawling, disappeared,
demanding, asking, pleading.
A normal result. No action required.
The rebuffs come, as we gasp and strain,
the walls of the citadel unyielding,
as gospel protocols and priests ordain:
No action required. A normal result.
Slavish dogma bestows our meagre ration.
We are not heard above the blood test din,
our suffering real but the numbers rule,
denial dealt like a trump card, punishing,
as we live lives, anxious, unaided,
outside the church where the gospels reign,
heretics, finding our way with our own kin.
Hope sustains, we work for change.
Camped outside the garrisoned church, its cruel edifice
stands like a guard between sickness and health.
High windows with shutters, closed,
small iron-clad door, bolted, keeping we raiders out.
We live on the edge, fire sling-shots at thick stone walls
and wait for the door to open.
Let's hope for a miracle with the new guidelines.
(I hope the post keeps the lines as they are intended to be.)
Is a B12 level of 341 ok?
I give up.
Low Vitamin B12 Not anaemic 
B12 test doctors and told normal
Vitamin B12 Deficiency
