It depends. I would very much like to be, but sometimes? I just find myself lying in bed, reminding myself that nothing matters, that none of this...none of it might even be real.

Other times, my joints assail me with the pulsating, immense pain of a distant sun, except instead of the instantaneous death you'd suffer from being vaporized by an actual sun, the pain mostly just lingers.

[Because Lyme is terrifying.]

Both are very unpredictable.