My hands were so-ooo bad the other night...
I was beside myself.
I just could not sleep, or get comfortable.
I sat here and cried buckets of tears.
Silently asking WHY this is
happening to me...
for the millionth time.
I finally found some comfort
under the spigot in the kitchen...
running warm water over my fingertips
and hands. It soothed them...
And it took the edge off.
(I have found COLD
on the other hand,
makes the situation worse.
Hands BURN and tingle more.)
Test after test are forthcoming.
Conclusions have yet to be reached
by those who are supposed to know
by now... something, anything.
So I play a waiting game.
One waiting room after another.
Sandwiched between the duties
of being wife, mom, grandma,
No relief for my weary soul…
But I forge ahead
Because that’s what you do.
You keep fighting
when something knocks
And eventually... answers come-
Whether you want to hear them or not.
I do a little daydreaming
Wishing I was ANYWHERE else.