It’s the breath stealing, heart racing moments.
Nostrils flared, knuckles white with a fierce grip.
Head back, focused. Can’t swear.
Sausages. Bananas. Smashed Avocado on freaking toast.
Hospital? No. What can they do.
I’ll only spasm and dislocate again at one, then again at two.
Pass me Olaf, he needs his teeth done.
Sausages. Bananas. Smashed Avocado on freaking toast.
Fifth Knee dislocation of the day.
The spasms. Just. Wont. Stay. Away.
Still need to be a Floogal Rescue Machine.
Sausages. Bananas. Smashed Avocado on freaking toast.
Dystonia and Me 