"Okay"

A constantly shifting new normal.

The thing I hate the most about this mystery illness? Taking stock of how my body feels, thinking “I’m actually okay today!” and then realizing that “okay” has a completely different meaning these days.

Now, “okay” means not being stuck in bed. “Okay” means being tired and in pain but functioning (for the most part). The old “okay”, normality, feels like a distant memory.

I wish I could remember what the old “okay” felt like.