Tuesday, September 20, 2005

In the Time of Fever

A black tiredness bubbles up from the depths of some unknown place within me. It comes without warning, without any tell tale signs. Just this exhaustion and a fever. I call it my friend. It has been with me for about a decade now. Everything else in my life could change but it always visits. Sometimes it goes away for months, sometimes weeks. But I know it will come back. It's loyal that way.

And it's wily. Oh, so sly. It hides itself away so that even if vials of my blood are tested in labs, it hides. I swear I can hear it laughing. Is it playing hide and seek? Hiding itself somewhere before it comes out to play again.

All I know is I am so, so very tired. And all I want is the will and the strength to do what I need to do today.

6 comments:

Dana said...

I hop you feel better soon, Jawahara. Good health!

Dana said...

I meant, "hope". ;)

Jawahara Saidullah said...

Thanks Dana :-)

temporal said...

here is a rah

Nowhere Nick said...

what a fancy way of saying you are sick :) Hope all is well soon. I have some catching up to do on your blog.

N.N.

Jawahara Saidullah said...

Nick, were you trying to say this was melodramatic? :-) Ok..I confess, I can be overly dramatic sometimes.