My Freedom To Dance Like Nobody Is Watching Has Been Hijacked

I write this with the industrial wind turbines whomping through my family home.

A very uncomfortable pressure in my head.

Pin like feelings in my temples.

The pressure in my frontal lobe is most uncomfortable and makes it hard to maintain focus.

My skin is crawling.

My head sways.

Or does it?

Sea sick on land.

My neck and shoulders are stiff and sore.

My ears are full.

Blaring tinnitus wears on my patience.

A silent moment is lost.

Forever?

The pressure in my throat is like I gulped a chunk of food that is stuck.

I can drink all the water I want to flush that sensation, but that won’t go away until I can leave my home for hours in search of respite.

The heart palpitations used to scare the bejesus out of me.

At first I went to the hospital.

I am toast.

Heart palpitations are my new norm : living in the Niagara Region Wind Farm.

The command to mentally force the switch to caution mode is not a natural transition when returning home.

I have a scrape on my back this morning.

When I returned home last night I lost my balance in my closet and took out a shelf.

Talc powder everywhere.

My freedom to dance like nobody is watching has been hijacked.

Each step has become methodical.

I used to take 2 steps at a time and run these stairs.

Indoor and outdoor.

The stair challenge was my version of being active when my days we bogged down with paperwork.

Now I walk like that arthritic 80 year old lady, step by step while holding the railing.

The waves of vertigo are unpredictable.

I am on my own a lot.

The fear of falling has never been a daily thought.

I have never had the burden to worry that no one is around to find or help me.

That all change in November 2016.

Cautionary steps.

I’ve had to relearn to exist differently: cautiously in my home and on my property.

I fell out back on my property when these turbine symptoms first started happening.

Took me by surprise.

That fall left me with a bruised leg, hip, and a small cut on my forehead.

Home alone.

A fall in the shower, which landed me tangled in the shower curtain and out of the tub.

Home alone.

Am I living with an invisible medical ailment that has rendered me with some form of a disability?

I am free from any debilitating diagnosis’s.

I am otherwise a very healthy adult.

Industrial Wind Turbines commenced operation November 2, 2016.

WTS.

Wind Turbine Syndrome.

I am pro-health.

I am pro-environment.

I am pro-economy.

I am pro-prosperity.

I am anti-corruption.

I am anti-harm.

I am anti-segregation.

I am a fighter.

🚫STOP THE WIND TURBINES🚫

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2 thoughts on “My Freedom To Dance Like Nobody Is Watching Has Been Hijacked

  1. What an amazing piece. Sadly, this poem is acting its way across Ontario and the world. Everyone has been hijacked. Thanks for this, and will circulate

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