A Deep Knowing

Considering a chronically ill body as a source of knowledge.

My blood feels heavy, like the ice-mud left in the gutter of city streets after a snowfall. I feel the weight traverse the intricate maze of vessels and veins beneath my skin as I roll out of bed, gravity beckoning me back to a horizontal position. A whine sounds in my ears, my vision speckles with black dots before clearing.

I feel the rain before I not…