Saturday, November 29, 2008


It's my one-year anniversary with "the illness." Last year on Thanksgiving Day, I mentioned that I was feeling tired and thought I might be coming down with a cold. The next day, I started running a fever. And so it went.

I've been bouncing between self-pity and amazement at the positive things this disease has brought into my life. Self-pity is useless, so I try to focus on the journey I'm taking, inching towards wellness.

My traveling companions are Nick, Martin, three pesky cats, an invisible skunk, and a bucket of true grit. I think I'll make it there...or wherever I end up.

1 comment:

  1. Even at his best, Douglas Adams couldn't equal the crazy shit to be encountered along the way by this odd assemblage of characters....