I've been thinking strange thoughts of late.
Maybe they're precipitated by three months of battle with my health, when I've never been sick before in my life.
Maybe they're from some weird chemical side-effect from some of the meds I'm on.
Maybe the acidophilus in the yogurt I now eat for breakfast as I try to lose weight has invaded my cerebellum. Bacteria scourged grey matter.
Or maybe I'm realizing something bigger, something deeper.
That I have been selling myself short.
I've been working hard to prove my worth.
When I should be working less to prove it.
Let them see what life would be like without me.
Let them try to do what I do. Without me.
I'm in the office again today.
The drugs they've given me seem to have vanquished the pericarditis for now.
I slept last night for the first time in a week.
Maybe I seeing.