I first heard Comfortably Numb when I was in high school and it struck me as a perfect anthem for being chronically ill. I knew it was about a different kind of sick, but in the end it doesn’t matter all that much. Different medicine for different sickness.
These posts are reflections on a life spent with chronic illness. They are mostly unpublishable and not fit for social media.
I don’t know when or what I will write, but I suspect they will emerge whenever I feel the stanky breath of the reaper upon the back of my neck.
Anyway, to paraphrase the wisdom of the bullet, it’s the post you won’t read that gets me.