This, I think, is what the gnarled root of an ancient, dead tree must feel like.
Or what it is to be one of those bus-sized globs of Wet Wipes and kitchen fat that clog up the sewer drains.
I am a sharp pain up the left side of my face, watering, burning eyes, and an occasional sneeze that sounds like a wet earthquake.
This is an improvement.
I’m trying to be hopeful.