“We looked for the easiest way out: a separate reality.” ― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

My hair is falling out

My eyes hurt

And I’m trying to remind myself why I did this fucking treatment

This weekend passed by in fits of long naps

When I’ve been awake, I feel tired and irritated

This is the stuff no one tells you about chronic illness and the shit you do to your body to ‘get better’

I’m almost two months post Round 2

I did my blood work

With much greater ease

The first month of the next five years

There’s so many thoughts rumbling around in my head

And even trying to make sense of them in writing isn’t doing the trick

I went to the optometrist and while my vision hasn’t gotten worse she was concerned over my eye pressure and appearance of optic nerve

She said it didn’t have anything to do with my optic neuritis episodes

Glaucoma?

Being sent to ophthalmologist for more tests

I went to the group again on Friday

The topic was the difficulty in decision making

Funny since I’m struggling with this long term disability decision

I came home feeling understood

Something that’s always evaded me

It was a wonderful feeling

That I’m trying to hold onto

But it’s just out of my grip

Like the Banksy art on my arm

I’m reaching for it but it’s just passed my reach

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