The old bastard is back, sneaked up quietly and suddenly last night.
Here I am again. Did you miss me? Did you think I would stay away while you kept yourself busy with physiotherapy and all this silly walking around the garden, slowly building up stamina every day?
It looked like a nice old game for a while. You had me in stitches.
Well, here is the thing. I want it now. Your energy, attention, your ridiculous concept of health and recovery. Hand it over. There's a good girl.
Remember: I am your chronic disease. We are buddies forever.
Dole out the cortisone for all you want, go on, you do that now, but it will just patch things up, poorly and let's not forget my special treats. Yes, clever girl, the side effects.
I rule supreme."