It's the sudden full force crashing return of all my rheumatoid arthritis symptoms, after their inexplicable absence in California -- going from being able to hop out of bed or chair at a moments notice to avert disaster to requiring my walker to make it to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
It's the "I have this really wonderful project (the mural for Southeast's Whitesburg campus) that I'm excited about starting, but I have to wait around for two weeks until the supplies arrive;" coupled with "I've finished all the prep for summer school classes two weeks ahead of time -- now what do I do?"
It's the "I'm so glad my cat (Booger) is better, but now I have to figure out how to get him to sit still for 100 ml of subcutaneous fluids twice a day for the rest of his life."
It's the aching desire to write, but the inability to marshal my thoughts in any coherent fashion.
It's an amorphous miasma that clings like our suddenly hot humid air; an undefined, vague, corrupting malaise.
It's time for BED!!!
3 comments:
That is really fascinating, the absence of symptoms in California. What do you think caused it? Humidity, elevation, diet, being on high alert? I am starting to believe in weather pain, although their doesn't seem to be science to support it.
I love this phrase, "amorphous miasma".
Love your picture of "Stop, Drop and Roll!" (Maybe bad jokes will cheer you up?)
Ack! I used the wrong "there"! Sorry!
Here's hoping the new day dawns much better!!
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