snowed in

So I used to just visit the kingdom of Illness, long forays there like intermittent layovers,
but in recent years it has become clear that I live there. There are no real spaces in between.

When I feel that thing I call happiness, I can tell it’s just a function of not being in pain.
A miracle.

I try not to look at my face too often because it’s like looking at a to-do list.

I have maladies for every letter of the alphabet. It’s like an Edward Gorey story.
A is for allergies, anemia, asthma, anaphylaxis.

As for the photos, enough snow?

It is like I am snowed in, in the body.
Talk about cabin fever.

(But I don’t want you trapped here with me, even though I will make you some tea and bake some chocolate chip pecan cookies for you.)

Trying to write the novel provides some relief. Instead of thinking about me, I think about the cast of characters, what they’re doing, their plans and hopes and dreams. They have their health and I hope to keep it that way for them.

As for blog plans, maybe each month will be a new theme.
January was accidentally illness, bleeding, and snow.
What will February bring?