The Waiting

When I really put my imagination to work, I can remember what it's like to not be constantly ill. It's been years since I've honestly known that feeling. To play 3-on-3 basketball for an hour without throwing up, to run up and down the Ultimate field for several minutes without wanting to.

I may have found a professional who is able to deal with this problem. It's somewhere deep in my head, specifically the jaw. One of my teeth has to be taken out - again - and a titanium rod put in its place. Four months after it heals, I can have a replacement tooth attached to the rod. And then once the antibiotics do what they do and my infection is cleared up, I may know the feeling of being well. I just wish I knew how long it will be.