it arrives like a storm.
it hit, again.
like a vengence.
gradually building strength,
hovering over me,
like a dark cloud.
robbing me of my energy,
sapping my drive,
me losing steam as it generates power.
eventually overcoming my ability to breathe,
to function,
to think clearly.
surrender
resigned to relinquish my freedom
so depressing
yet so liberating.
conceding means
feeling better.
off I go,
to clinkity clank
sterile white,
noisy, bland,
scheduled, boring
day after day.
Yes, I was in the hospital. Went in March 8th for 9 days. I'm home again on continuing IVs, which are throwing me for a loop this time. I'm extremely tired, nauseated, fuzzy headed, and not able to do much. I hope by the time I finish next week I feel better. But for now, I'm not quite myself, so I'll write later when I can think more clearly.
Cheers to better days ahead. :)
