Where there is will...Where there is will, there is painTimo is 22. He used to do gymnastics in the Finnish national team. He wouldn't let something little come in the way. It's not that he is a perfectionist, he just wanted everything. Or at least a Masters of Science and to be a top athlete.Then Timo got an ear infection, not exactly a major illness, but that's when things started to go wrong. After a few weeks of tinnitus and antibiotics he got well again. Almost. He was more tired than usual and started struggling with brainfog.Six months later the doctor of the Olympic committee diagnosed Timo with mycoplasma, a bacterial infection which is usually only
Yellow haikuWind catchesthe yellow sailof the tulip
Abnormal, but unspecificAt 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something
White haikuIn place ofyesterday's snowa white crocus.
Man with an obscure newspaperThe man sits like he owns the bench, maybe he does. His glasses sink on his nose and he holds the newspaper in front of him like a sail, glancing around it and failing to comprehend the text. Perhaps the paper is upside down, so he flips it and tries again. Still the glyphs don't form any meaningful patterns. This is getting quite confusing. It's possible that the man is drunk. On the other hand papers often don't make any sense. Perhaps neither of them is making any sense and this thought makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Lady Gray madeleine soaked in milkshe's boilingand you want her dead wrapped in bergamotleaves tainting your teaslipped off a silver spoonlady gray embalmed in a cotton bagoverthrown, she drowns dilutedat the bottom of the cup
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