Recovery

There is no greater feeling, in my opinion, than the moment after having been sick for a week that I realize I’m starting to pull through.

Still aching, still coughing, my voice nowhere near back, likely won’t be back for another week, but still, compared to last week it’s an incalculable improvement.

I can kind of breathe again! I’m keeping down solid food! And, finally, my body’s beginning to get back to its natural rhythm.

It is magnificent.

…and then, at five in the morning, when I still can’t get to sleep, I remember: I hate my body’s natural rhythm.