flying soon
And here I am, throwing about in pain and agony as my stomach drives the pain value to higher levels each moment. They get so bad that I want to hurl; purely from how bad it hurts. I know it’ll go away, and it gives me solace. Keeps me going strong. I fight, I don’t let it take me but god does it hurt. The fight feels endless, but it’s only a feeling. At the same time, feeling is all we have.
I hope you’re feeling better than me. The bar is low, admittedly. And I’m referring to a physical feeling exclusively. I’d rather be getting stitched up like the old days than have this as often as I do.
I know it’s not elegant to speak of. You’re probably thinking you’ve had just about enough of the posts where I’m clearly taking a shit while writing them. Well, hear this. I’m clearly tired of having to shit, and it being bad enough that it spikes the centers of my brain that tell me to write before I can’t write anymore. They tell me to vomit not physically, but mentally onto the digital paper that is this outlet. This blog. Do it before I can’t. Don’t mind me, happily obliging.
Not as if I’d die from it. But let’s move on.
As I said, I’m flying soon. To Japan, from New York. It’s a two stage connector, and it’s 16 hours - the brunt being 14 from Chicago to Haneda. This happens on Monday morning.
It’s gonna be a good one, I think.