You had a good day yesterday. You felt almost like yourself, so you cleaned the kitchen, ran the
It started on one side - a burning, itching, stabbing band of pain you first blamed on a pulled
The lump under your arm wasn't an ingrown hair. It wasn't a boil from a dirty razor, no matter
You were handed a daily acid blocker, told to take it, and never told how to stop. Months turned
You have tried the first antidepressant, and the second, and the third. You have switched,
You have had the MRI, heard three different opinions, and read a hundred conflicting threads at
They said the word, handed you a folder of pamphlets, and sent you home. Now you are sitting in
You know the gout playbook by now: the 3 a.m. jolt, the joint you can't let a bedsheet touch,
People partway through an isotretinoin course (the drug long sold as Accutane) keep saying some
Your neck feels like a clenched fist by mid-afternoon, your hips groan when you stand up, and
