I am not a very patient patient.
Illness makes me feel uncomfortably vulnerable; and it is frustrating to find that your head wants to do one thing and yet your body is saying whoa there.
I have always been surprised how loudly a body can speak, particularly at times when I can barely croak hello. I wonder what is going on in there. What it is that has turned my voice into a croak and how the battleground looks.
Maybe I should have paid more attention in biology. I have spent a long time dissecting my thoughts without really thinking about what’s going on in the rest of me. I have always assumed that change and action starts with the head – but maybe this has diminished how powerful the body is. The separation suddenly strikes me as dangerous.