OF A GOLDEN AGE

this day i spent being touched by strangers, strangers with medical pedigrees but strangers no less. after a weekend of teary explanations to friends of what my body was doing, telling the doctors about it was comfortingly calm. maybe this is because in the face of people who have seen far, far worse conditions than mine, i had some perspective leaned against me. something the diameter of a nickel can seem like the biggest scariest incumberance or the most manageable twinge. i would rather stay in the frame of mind where i believe the latter, at least for right now.

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