But Why Me
I guess it more a question of why not me, really, than why me. I have been thinking a log about purposes in life and what I did to deserve this. I know it sounds very fatalistic to think that way if you look at the sentence to be just the literal meaning. And I guess to some extent I mean it that way too.
What did I do to end up feeling this way so much of the time? Why, when I was just really starting to get reasonably fit did all hell break lose in my body and everything start to hurt. It’s not fair. And it isn’t fair.