I don’t know if it is reality that struck me so much as Rifampin. This drug just makes my little heart so saaaaaad. Which, is such a strange place for me to dwell because I DON’T LIVE HERE. I don’t even vacation in this emotion. But here it is just sitting on my chest every day, pushing perfectly sweet air out of my lungs and leaving me gasping for what I just expelled.
“Reality is no different”, I keep telling myself. Everything is just as great and just as hard as it was 2 weeks ago. The only thing that’s shifted is my brain chemicals. And they’ll shift back when this drug is through. And I will be ok. I AM ok. Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.