A Complex Case

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She moves a little slower now as reduced health has taken its toll.

She fights to see the darkness behind her eyelids at night.

And she tries to hide her fear of tomorrow.

I am with her daily.

I go to all her appointments.

I advocate for her life and for answers to the pain, and the sleeplessness and the headaches.

You vaguely render a suggestion…

You write an RX for some shut up pills…

“Everything came back negative.”

“Has she seen a psychologist?”

No one knows anything.

No one thinks researching will matter.

No one takes her seriously.

Ive made a nuisance of myself and taught her to do the same.

To drown out and address the apathy.

To solidify our claims.

She hides the symptoms.

Just long enough not to cause me panic.

But I panic everyday.

She tells me days after her chest pain or a seizure.

“Why does it matter?” she stares.

“No one knows anything.”

She is only 19.

And she’s my little girl.

Why doesn’t that matter to you?

She has failed no one.

You all have habitually failed her.

Medicine cannot be trusted to care anymore.

Let’s get out of here.

Nurse, writer: medical, family, addiction and wellness. See my blog flourishmedicinehealthandaddiction.com. Published Amazon author: Of Death and Brokenness…

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