
YOU DONT LOOK SICK
I’m on hour three hundred fifty thousand, four hundred of being in the battle for my life.
Last night I had a full blown, I’m gonna die episode.
When I’m not listening to my body, the powder keg of my sorrow explodes.
My brain goes into overdrive.
Laying in bed I tossed and turned. It’s so late, why am I awake! I felt like crying out.
My eyes were closed so tight, I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I tried to control how they kept darting around.
My heart beat so fast and hard. I because terrified. What if my medication would have to be changed.
I remembered back when I was in between figuring out what would work on my symptoms. How horrible it was!
I forget things a lot. I even call things by the wrong name.
I fled my room and was going to throw a cold cloth on my face, I decided to check my bottle that I had put my pills in.
They were still there.

The mask was ripped open for a short time today, lack of sleep is the enemy.
Ready for another day. The fight continues, quite literally. Gathering strength to go to another kickboxing session!
