Hello on this rainy World Lupus Day, mes amies. I love it when the weather chimes in with my symptoms. I am the rain today. I have had an ongoing roller coaster with respiratory infections since Christmas; every few weeks on antibiotics calms things down, and then up she flares again. All the same, I got the coughing and sneezing nicely done and dusted by 3pm, when I joined Mandy Springham, Paul Howard in his wolfish attire, and a host of lupie strangers, for (my first) zoom pilates class. Thanks Mandy!
A couple of weeks ago, I attended my training session with the immunology nurse to teach me how to perform the acrobatics of self administering subcutaneous immunoglobulins during this Co-vid era. I was anxious before, and resigned afterwards, and now, at home, with Barnclown by my virtual side, armed only with some degree of gritty humour and a mirrored shake of the head. What is our life? This, in all its peculiarity and particularity, is our life. This our belly. That, the needle. And the two must meet, for all the reasons we know, but can't ever fully understand.