The only good answer to what I am feeling is to face it head-on and deal with it, and hope that it hurts less with each time I'm confronted with it.
I could run away - bury my head in the sand. That would be easier but I've never been the sort to run away from things. And it wouldn't work anyway; I'd not only still be troubled by it, but I'd have lost something important to me in the process.
I am quite ready to not feel this way anymore, though, and I can't seem to shake it off like I normally do. Eventually I simply tire of the aches and pains and summarily reject them. However, this time they've settled in comfortably, like an elephant sitting on my chest, patient, immobile, and mildly suffocating.
In other news. I went to the Jersey shore the other day and got sunburned. I went to the street fair in Park Slope yesterday and got more sunburned. Between the two events I ate my weight in hot dogs and ice cream, which is only appropriate.
I want the clouds to clear out so I can go on a walk in the sun (while wearing sunscreen and a very large hat).
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