sicker

I can't distract myself any longer. No Farmville or chicken blogging. I can't turn my face to the sun and tell myself that all is well because it is not. I am getting sicker. I am getting so sick that words like "anti-viral" and "overwhelm" are grafittied in my dreams. Nightmares really. Angry. I'm angry. I'm bottled rage that can't run it off around the block or push it out of me.

CFS Sock Project

The suffering caused by ME/CFS is mostly invisible. You don’t see us when we’re at our worst: many people with ME/CFS are housebound or even bedridden by the disease. We live in our socks. Now we’re turning our socks into banners. We can’t march with a banner but our socks—and a few healthy friends—can march for us, to call attention to this disease and the urgent need for funding and action.
www.sockit2mecfs.org