About ten days ago, I read on feemail’s Instagram that she was having a flare-up, and I remember thinking how bad things can become and how unfair life can be. I also thought how lucky I was to not have had a flare-up in a long time. And then, of course, it hit me last Monday with all the unfortunate symptoms in the book. Compared to some I’ve experienced, it’s not a bad one: my room is only partially dark, I can still take the dog the to dog park (and then collapse on the bench at the park, and subsequently collapse again in bed when I get home), but other simple tasks that require more concentration (going over my data, trying to restore the 3,500 words lost by the sudden death of my laptop, or even simple phone calls) completely flatten me. If I try, I pay with migraine and nausea, my teeth start shattering, and then my limbs follow.