These are some pages from the book I’m working on about moving to San Francisco in 2003 and getting sick with systemic lupus. It was a bummer. These pages depict what happened after I’d gone through a few months of being mysteriously ill (I know, how romantic sounding. In the olden times they probably would have accused me of having hysteria or vapors) before getting diagnosed and going through the first round of medications that didn’t work they way they were supposed to. A bit of medical info: the type of lupus I had/have (currently in remission) is the internal kind in which your immune system attacks your own body, specifically joint tissue and organs. So that’s what’s going on in these pages.