Queen of Denial

This past week I've been reminded of my most consistent -- and often effective -- coping mechanism: denial. As long as I do almost nothing, I can pretend, at some level, that I'm not actually ill; not truly impaired. I'm just taking it easy. That's all.

But then something comes along that I really want to do. That I do.

And then comes the payback -- days of pain and inertia; that wall of fatigue.

Do I want to stay inert, and so find comfort in denial?

Or do I want to try harder, do more, and be reminded?