This is the next to the last day of the A to Z challenge. Tomorrow it will be Zany Z and I will draw the prize and bring it to an end. Share your favorite short story/author and why in the comments to have a chance at winning.
Thank you to all who have read along, whether lurking or larking, your attention and witness has been appreciated.
I can’t decide if the yo-yo-ing of symptoms in dysautonomia is a blessing or a curse. On the one hand, I know that there will eventually be relief. On the other, I never know what body function will be broken from day to day.
Recently, I spent over a year with abdominal pain. Everything I ate seemed to make it worse. No rhyme or reason, no interventions helped. Then, voila! It went away. A few days ago, after several months of absence, it returned. The reprieve was nice, but the return brought a weariness with it.
There are a few signs and symptoms that are constant, and because of that constancy, one develops coping skills and compromises to overcome and persevere. When a symptom comes and goes, those adaptive methods can fail.