Then vertigo steps in.
And tiredness takes over.
The ph in my blood turns acidic.
It taxes my kidneys and overloads my liver.
It is like clockwork. I could calculate miles run and fat burned and know by number when this will hit me. Forecast it like weather. I knew standing on the scale this morning. I felt it in my reluctance to run cold. Not bothering to take me over slowly by 10 am my stomach began to roll and I was shivering uncontrollable.
This is part of the disease I have. The delicate alliance I have with my pancreas and even more fragile relationship it has with the rest of body.
On the other side of this small festering storm is better health, a stronger leaner me, and some say so in what goes on. Meanwhile I am here, again. It is where all my hard work has taken me: to the edge. The storm clouds are thick and they are creeping across the valley.
Now it is a waiting game.
Sit back and wait for the back edge of the storm to pass me by.
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