STORIES OF RHEUMATOLOGY
"My hands died slowly,
with blood vessels surrendering
to the chill. They turned grey, yellow, lavender,
dusky. Dusky, like the sun had been setting
for hours and I only just realized it."
Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis
Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain
Fibro: a poem
“…Watching your skin turn to hell and flake, away,
And your hair never cooperate anymore?
Seeing teeth trying to loosen and
Feeling like some days your eyesight was bad,
Or that your sense of time was starting to go?….”
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