I was determined to make it a year without a relapse of Neuromyelitis Optica. I’m not convinced at all that determination has anything to do with when my spinal cord […]
“…it’ll be nice to be reversed into a tube not much bigger than myself, a tube that can rip metal from your insides and SEE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN. ”
My naked arse was protruding from a hole in a plastic chair and there was a strange man in the room. He wore a red bow tie and I could see his nipples through his shirt.
It’s incredibly hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been paralysed just exactly what it feels like.
Blue orchids. The moony whites of her smiling eyes in the darkness. My reflection in the back of a teaspoon. Words, making their way to the yellow-tinged edge of the […]