I am able to work from home on a medical accommodation even now most of my co-workers are back in the office post-pandemic. I work efficiently here and enjoy having a structure. I can hide the extent of my disability even from myself. It takes two hours for me to get my day underway, and that’s not counting about a half hour of physical therapy. I do that later. I rise early to get the lengthy morning ritual underway; a heating pad warms and wakens my stiff body, tea with milk brings my spirit back from where it has wandered in the night. My body requires so much maintenance. I survey the contents of my refrigerator. It’s especially important that breakfast be very nourishing because I’m healing after dental surgery. The blender roars its wakeup as I whip together some cottage cheese and pineapple. A tiny white pill will slow their passage through my body. I hope! A lengthy list of supplements topped off with a couple of Tylenol and the body is as good as its going to get today.