“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.”
~ Benjamin Alire Sáenz
Sunday was Drug Number Four Day in my current Lyme medication regime. Today is, too. Ever the optimist, I had told myself that this week would be better.
Wrong.
It’s worse.
The Universe is throwing all kind of weather at me, and then some. It’s an every-flavour storm.
There’s a grim kind of humour in that, though, don’t you think?
I’m so side-swiped by pain that I’ve stopped crying and started laughing.
There’s no point cowering in a corner. I’ll meet this thing head on. Today’s glorious experiment? I shall turn pain into some kind of good. I feel so fiercely alive, so bright with the charge of this corrosive force, that I might as well channel it into something.
I’ll keep you posted as to how I go.
