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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

A Poem from 22 weeks with Hyperemesis Gravidarum

Now I have found myself caught up
Inside that cage of fog again
A prison sentence I must serve
Eight months tied down by HG chains
Through endless days inside this fog
I try to eat and drink enough
I wonder if it's in my mind
Am I just weak to find it tough?
The seasons still go flashing by
While here in bed my life stands still
Four months to go - eternity!
Until I am no longer ill

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