I'm currently finding things very difficult. Just putting a thought together is almost too much effort. My traitor of a body has decided to remind me, once again, how completely wrong I am.
A number of years ago, I fell ill. With a great deal of effort, I beat the disease back, but it took it's toll. I wouldn't describe myself as delicate by any means, but it does take a lot more to keep me alive than I would like. I'm on a plethora of herbs and medicines in an effort to keep my body running- even if it's only ever at a percentage of what others around me experience.
Normally, I don't spend much time thinking about it. It's just the way life is sometimes. But at times like now, when the herbs and medicines refuse to work, I start to feel sorry for myself. A waste of energy, sure, but I think sometimes we all need a little bit of inner coddling.
We were due to part ways with Joshua's tribe this morning, but my rapid decline in muscle function last night prompted his healer to convince the group to stay with us another day. She's experimenting with some of her kit to come up with a solution to my problem. Everything I have tried so far has failed, so I'm deeply grateful for the input. It's now even more important that I reach the township, though, as I will be able to consult with some of the most talented healers I know of.
I'm so tired, it's hard to think.
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