Something in my body decided to speak louder than the rest. My right foot—red, swollen, sore. Walking feels like pushing through static. For weeks now, my head and eyes have been dry and itchy. It takes half an hour to wake, to focus, to clear my nose, to see.

Wash my face. Blink the sleep away. Try again. A few nights back I was on the bathroom floor, sweats and chills trading places, face in a bucket, body breaking and rebuilding itself in slow, uneven waves. Now it’s everywhere— the ache that hums through arms, legs, back, skull. No fever, and no vomit, this time.

I’m curled sideways in the quiet, thumbs fumbling across a phone I can barely hold. WCB X-ray done, for the foot. Family doctor Thursday. WCB Friday for X-ray results. Maybe someone will name it. Maybe it’ll just fade. I’ve wished for endings before, but this isn’t one of those times. Still—if it all stopped suddenly, I wouldn’t argue.

Grass, greener or not— I can’t tell from here. All I know is I’m tired. Sick. Sore. Disconnected. Annoyed at the things I can and can’t see, and the ones I can’t understand.

Enjoy the toes. Ill find calm in the chaos again, just not tonight.