Falling Apart (Abjection 3 of 8)

I feel like I consist of bits and bobs held together by a translucent layer of skin. Most of the bits are broken, need to be replaced or rather, needs some form of assistance or support. Nothing functions normally or on its own. Everything is maladapted or working incorrectly because of other parts that are not functioning correctly. No amount of medication, procedures and operations can prevent the inevitable decay, my hope is that it will delay it.