The unbearable heaviness of my being


Here are my fluid-trapped ankles. Or, my balloon feet as someone calls them. They're sore, but not as sore as my back is. Last night Alice took me swimming at the Y. Floating in the water was the best feeling ever! I did several laps freestyle and also got some great floating and relaxing in. Ahhh. In the water, I am weightless! While submurged, my back didn't hurt one bit, my skin didn't feel tight around my stomach, I could even reach my ankles. So between laps, I massaged my own ankles a bit. This morning, they were noticably less swollen, but my back was back up to full volume pain. I wish someone could cart me around in a vat of water all day.