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My cat, Edna, is yowling at my feet. She’s started doing this since we moved in; yowling like this, though she’s always been a very vocal cat. All the cat information I can find has told me to ignore it. She’s adjusting to the new space, they say.
Luckily it’s only in the mornings. Unluckily, I write in the mornings.
Last night I took my Humira, and today I awoke with a migraine and swollen glands and a cold sore sprouting on my lip. It’s as if my body immediately springs into action— my immune system resisting its suppression. If only there were some way to coax my immune system into softness, so it would stop attacking my body, I wouldn’t have to tamp it down with this medication. As I write this, the most intense pain is in my left ear. Why my ear? What is the purpose of this pain?
Not everything has a purpose, I suppose.…
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