My Story

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“My Story”

It makes me sneeze,

It makes ache.

It makes me gasp

For every breath I take.

But my doctor claims

It’s only a cold.

And refuses to listen,

When I talk about Mold.

She hands me a script,

And I’m sent on my way,

So I can go home

And cough for another day.

I take my medicine

Just as prescribed,

But feel so lousy,

I often wonder how I’ll survive.

I spend the next month

Almost too exhausted to move.

Then return to my doctor,

To let her know I have not improved.

She isn’t pleased

That her medicine didn’t work.

And when she still won’t listen,

I’m convinced she’s a jerk.

But where else could I go,

Or who would I see?

Possibly another doctor

Would be worse than she.

So month after month

I keep going back.

Then one day,

I ask for a CAT.

I get the results, which are not good,

And as I wait, to see what my future holds,

I try to be brave,

And even sometimes bold.

So I’m sharing my feelings

With my “family” online,

Because I know you will listen

And also be kind.

If I hadn’t found “,”

I don’t know what I would do.

But with your support,

I know I will make it through.

“Sickbuildings” has the greatest group of people I

have ever known, and “My Story” would not be

complete without sending out a “Special Thank You,”

to KC, Carl, and LymeAngl, for all their

unconditional help, and to all the other wonderful

members for the help and encouragement they have given

me throughout the past year.

Barb E.

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