Its ugly head

I am hoping this morning on the miracle of modern medicine. With any luck, I'm just a few blood tests away from chalking up the terribleness of this week to an easy fix vitamin deficiency. I could be just a few sips of water from shaking the awful, awful image of last night's dream from my waking mind. I could be just a niblet of cheese from the sense that my legs are made of bones instead of water when I walk.