Barometric Pressure As the pressure drops Like a stone from a tower My health flops By each minute and hour I lock up Slowing down Drinking my death cup I flounder and drown Unable to function Unable to comprehend Unable to function Unable to live A robotic zombie Floating along Unstable and wonky This is my song A song of lostness A song of worthlessness A song of smallness A song of nervousness How long will this go on This morbid journey Until my symptoms are gone And I am back in lifes tourney Functioning normal Thinking and talking Not feeling abnormal Functioning and walking Living a normal life A life of normality No continuous strife Just a life of vitality Once again I am patient and await The barometric train To steam forward reducing its weight Arriving at my station Which it always does Creating a new period of gestation And my symptoms fizz I walk and wake from my stupor As the train passes Slowly reducing my stooper Not slow and thick as molasses But normal and bright Clear headed My symptoms in flight Completely broken and shredded Back in the living Where life is good Another season of thanksgiving Living as I should
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Barometric Pressure Nightmare
This is my latest book. It is personal. I suffer greatly when the barometric pressure drops.
When the atmospheric pressure drops, it influences my body. The swollen tissue presses against my joints, making them very painful and difficult to move. My arthritis in the ankle and right and left legs from knee and hip replacements and my eleven blood clots make it even worse when the barometric pressure changes. Blood flow is reduced due to constricted veins, which result in dizziness and confusion. When this happens, I become lethargic, not wanting to talk or socialize. This leads to me becoming grumpy and gruff.
Barometric Pressure Nightmare
Battle of Nerves vs Mental
Battle of Nerves vs Mental What to do next I wander about I am perplexed I want to shout Leave me alone Let me be I want to moan But then there is she She is Smart Girl She will not let me quit She is a rare precious pearl She has much grit You are fine You are curable Quit your whine You are endurable Your lungs sing a song Your heart is exceptionally good Your muscles are strong You are a forest of maple wood You fall and almost fall You have bouts and seasons Where you hit a wall Without any reasons No one has diagnosed you Telling you anything No reason to worry and stew Anxiety and depression sting Worse than your illness Quit being an awful bore Live each day in its brilliance Open the morning door and roar Life is noble and grand Life is pleasing and sweet Life is unexplored land Life is a delicious treat Smart Girl wants to pursue Conversion disorder and Functional neurological disorder Which is fine with me The brain and nervous mechanisms Do not efficiently communicate Resulting in many schisms In my neurological state Somewhere between nerves and mental Everyone knows I am crazy But let us not be judgmental We all can be a little hazy Good news I believe Continue the medical journey Looking for reprieve After six years of a debilitating tourney What is a year or two more Smart Girl motivates me To continue the unfair war And I agree