Dorothy Logue is a talented poet who also happens to have rheumatoid arthritis –Dorothy has written this poem ...

[John_Mills]

‘Everything she says could just as easily be applied to a patient with Vasculitis....

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I am not my usual self, for days I’ve felt unwell.

I’ve lost my mojo, anyone who knows me can tell.

I feel so ill, my back hurts, my arms and legs hurt too,

My neck is so sore, I really don’t know what to do.

I could ring the doctor again, what good would that be?

I could go visit him but there’s nothing new to see.

I cannot drive today, my fingers are so sore.

I can just complain and mope and it is such a bore.

No one knows how I feel, I can’t make them understand,

When you feel as low as this, your thoughts get out of hand.

I’m not a hypocondriac, nor one to complain,

I could whinge all the time but that would be in vain.

Unless you are a sufferer, you wouldn’t believe

The lengths I will go to, to have the pain relieved.

Maybe tomorrow morning when I get out of bed

I will feel much better and love the day ahead.

Days I ask myself questions, there are no answers back,

Days I go out and enjoy myself, life is back on track.

I keep my pain and suffering private so no one will ever know,

They only see the “ME” which I force to “get up and go.”

by Dorothy Logue

[AndrewT]

Dear Dorothy,

Yes I can quite see where your 'comming from', in your poem; sorry that you are suffering! I'll tell you what's worse than suffering yourself it's listening to someone else, who dosn't suffer much at all, complaining all the bloody time! All you need on a 'bad day'!

I do hope that you get some of your 'get up and go' back, if only to write another poem! You are quite a talent, do you know that?

Anyway do keep well, or as well as you can; Happy New Year.

AndrewXX