No. 21: Crying I

At Karolinska Hospital

they are testing something new

on the girl with the prune belly

to get the lazy bladder working.

Well, that's what they say.


Even though laziness

requires an expression of will

and that the bladder muscles

are controlled by the central nervous system

and are controlled automatically

without will,

without a choice to be

just lazy. 

 

The "lazy" bladder must be trained on the potty too...

Injections with Carbacholin,

are supposed to make the lazy bladder

contract.

They contract the whole girl.


She gets flaming red

and sweaty

and it hurts,

and the girl cries

and the mother;

who is visiting at that moment,

these very weeks

when the experiments are taking place;

can do nothing

but watch

and try

to comfort the girl

while she cries and is in pain.


And perhaps the girl,

the two-year-old girl,

wonders

why the mother doesn't intervene,

why the mother doesn't stop,

doesn't stop these doctors

in virgin white coats

from injecting Carbacholin

into the little body

again and again. 

 

Crying after the Carbacholin injections

And the needle sticks

in the same place

on the thigh

every day

for several weeks

until the experiment is stopped

because the results are "disappointing."


The lazy bladder

does not become industrious.

It does not allow itself

to be provoked. 

Even if the attemps, 

the already failed attempts,

are repeated

a year later

with the same

disappointing results.


The compulsion to labour

does not work

on the lazy bladder.

Neither on bladders.


But the little girl

still has

a cavity in her thigh

as a memory of the 

Carbacholin injections. 


It is not

a dimple.


 

#ThePruneBellyGirl #PruneBelly #PruneBellySyndrome #rarediseases #survivor #childhood #handicap #autobiography #disability #childrenshospital #karolinska #carbacholin 


These poems are originally written in Swedish and translated by myself. So if the translation sounds weird - please just laugh, or cry, or just shake your head and move on to the next poem, hoping for a better translation there... Thank you for your patience, and for following my story! By the way - my lyrics sometimes sounds weird in Swedish too...

 


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