The longer I stay in the house the worse I get.
It is not just an observation: the doctor told me that I can become more chemically intolerant if I keep getting exposed to the weed killer that our neighbours sprayed. I cannot stay in my garden anymore, I feel immediately too unwell to stand up. Even indoors the air filters we installed are not enough.
We go for a few hours in a natural park on the hills, trying to reduce the mounting pain. My body finally gets a bit of relief. I look up: the native forest is so beautiful. A laughing kookaburra keeps me company on a far tree.