Oh, sweet relief.
Modern medicine is a beautiful thing.
I spent the weekend sick…
too sick to swallow,
sleep,
eat,
drink,
or think,
much less take pictures.

But I am so thankful
to live in a time and place
where I have access
to urgent care clinics,
antiobiotics,
and a comfortable bed.

And I’m grateful
for the hundreds of days
every year
when I feel perfectly fine.
Why does it take
getting sick to remind me
how good it feels
to feel good?