A difficult day…

I don’t ask for much. The above is fine for me. When I became engaged I picked a ring that cost £20. Our wedding cost £240. I don’t want another wedding, just someone to love back and lie on the grass looking at the stars.

So today I had some time pressures and I got a bit breathless. I had a moment of alarm. But recovered. I can’t remember if I took al my medicines because I had a thought and went to do it, and then couldn’t remember what I’d taken. I can’t let that happen again.

I no longer carry my inhaler around the house because the tightness and wheezing are so rare now. I just need not to rush when people are waiting for me and I’ve been held up.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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