The moment The Pain subsides even slightly means “I must achieve everything I possibly can since I don’t know if/when I’ll be able to again” and then paying for it dearly. A “good” day is catnip.

I guess I’m not special. But those good days, every month or two, are so glorious.

Or a few minutes or hours after.

And then comes the feel-good trap where every activity feels awesome so you don’t stop.