Yesterday hit like a storm—
           stomach twisted,
            energy drained,

  day measured in medicine,
                  meetings,
                and misery.

Three injections later—
        fighting virus,
              parasite,
              bacteria…

  my body officially at war with itself—
  but still— able to smile at her words.

I couldn't write,
  couldn't think,
  couldn't craft one clear line—

  but *could* still find strength…

  to hold my phone,
  see her messages,
  laugh quietly through the ache.

She filled my day,
  made pain softer,
  time pass faster,
  words float lighter,

  turning a sick day into something
  sweeter than I thought possible.

So today, I'm catching up,
  writing extra,
  making up for silence,
  turning yesterday's absence into proof…

  that even (especially) on my worst days,
  she's always the best medicine.