during my first week alone,
i call my mother
i tell her about my classes
and the friends i’ve made
i tell her things are going well
i leave out that day in the lab
and the smell of isopropanol
that took me back to the hospital
i don’t tell her
when i take a sip of water
sometimes all i taste is benadryl
and my throat closing
i don’t tell her
that i sat in my dorm
trying to rip an iv out of my arm
that wasn’t there
i don’t tell her
that i walked to campus health
knowing they cant fix crazy
i tell my mother
when i was being poked and prodded
i thought it may never stop
i don’t tell her
that i don’t think it has
i don’t tell her
maybe i’m allergic to remembering
not just iron sucrose Izabella is a teenager from Washington, DC. Her goal is to raise awareness about dysautonomia and the challenges disabled teenagers face.
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