Could it be?

Friday I woke up pain free. No aches. Thought it was a fluke. Thought it’d come, but it didn’t. I was giddy. Rode the wave and did something I shouldn’t have: I drank several glasses of wine (and took a shot of vodka).

It’s now 11:30 on Tuesday night, and I’m still waiting for the aches to come back. Yesterday we walked 13km. Today, 9km. Last night was the best sleep I’ve had in months.

If the pain and exhaustion comes rushing back tomorrow, let me at least remember that respite may come again.

I don’t think it’s coming back, though. I’m trying to view this as a virus that took way too long to check the fuck out.