HG Poem: EnouGH

Calculating the full measure of Hyperemesis gravidarum Everything is counted. quantified. enumerated.Does it add up? Is it enough? I count the specks on each square tile of my bathroom floor.How many…

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HG Poem: Hyperemesis Gravidarum

I wake up and I’m dizzy, my mouth so dry,I look to my right and see two little eyes,‘Are you sick again mummy?’ you ask so sadly,And I wish I…

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