I don’t really have one. I don’t have one condition that I write about exclusively. I don’t have one issue that isn’t co-morbid with all of the other stuff in my life. If I had to say that I resemble a creature, it’s the normal cockroach.

They’ve been around for tons of years- I guess “only taking what they can handle,” scatter when the light hits them, diving into the dark.

When in the dark, no one knows what they do. Do they sleep upside down? Do they yearn to scurry to find food, and eat all of the yummy stuff, leaving the foods that are best for them behind? They yearn to be invisible sometimes, and spend part of their lives hiding from others. They may feel small, but I’ve seen them lift things many times their sizes.

Perhaps my health mascot is the cockroach. And when all of the nuclear fallout of the pain from my chronic illnesses and issues has passed, as there’ll be cures out there, I hope, I’ll still be standing there.

And I’ll emerge into the light