For years with this illness when I feel like I have hit bottom, I find there is another bottom waiting for me. I have like most suffering from a chronic or acute illness played little mental games with myself; continually pulling a rabbit out of the hat and wondering where the hell did it come from? I arrived two days ago in Phoenix while fighting the flu. And as I am getting ready for the doctor today I am beginning to wonder if there are any furry friends left to help me find the strength that I just don't feel I have anymore. So anyone with some ugly multi colored scarves up their sleeves or a spare hare...send them my way.
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