If you grab a fistful of sand, no matter how tight you clench your fist, the sand will still slip away leaving your hand covered in nothing more than grit and residue, a reminder that something happened but with little to show for it. That's how my life has felt for the past two and a half years.
I don't know what is wrong with me. I have been back and forth to doctors, appointment after appointment, prescription after prescription, test after test. The biggest anomaly in those tests of note was a low white blood cell count but that only showed up in one test, it didn't recur.
