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Day 260

Day 260

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. 6am. The sound of light rain. The left side my throat is raw and it hurts to swallow. I get up and feed Ani.

. I bike to work in a half daze. My face and hands are dripping with rain, my leggings are soaked. These are my choices. 

. The return to work looks like 300+ emails and a deadline. The busy day takes my attention away from how I’m feeling, but when I stop I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.  Ginger-turmeric tea feels likes self-care.

. I leave the bike on campus and walk home. I like the way the rain sounds when it hits my raincoat. tap tap tap

. The garbage bins need to be pulled to the curb. It’s been almost a month since they were last emptied. It takes all my strength the push them up the hill of the driveway. Now I understand why I felt so puny during yesterday's workout. 

. The apartment is sticky with humidity. The aroma of the bone broth is comforting. 24 more hours. I boil water and gather the lemon and honey for a toddy.

. She is playing phone tag with the cardiologist. There is a card in the mail painted with wildflowers. 

 . “Ultimately, the only way to achieve meaning and a sense of importance in one’s life is through a rejection of alternatives, a narrowing of freedom, a choice of commitment to one place, one belief, or one person.” ~ The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck 

. I wash the dishes and watch the sky turn to pink and wonder if they would want to go camping.

. Starve a fever, stuff a cold.


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