My body burns this morning. It used to be much more frequent— so frequent, it was daily and hourly for years and years. It's the type of burning that ignites your central nervous system from toe to head, a throbbing, intense sensation that doesn't care what tool you thought you had to alleviate its ever-present pain. All you can do is close the shutters and wait for the skies to clear.
I'm grateful that my body only occasionally burns this intense now. The first five years of my disease will haunt me for longer than I'd like.