Waste disposal malfunction. Body functioning incorrectly. What now feels like the interruption of a honed system was once a weekly routine: fatigue was tackled by glucose; only the first taste was sweet, then pasty chocolate clung to my teeth and soda stung my throat while I ignored the sensation of malady. Sitting on the toilet, watching the lock on the door at the end of the long bathroom, hoping it will last, were familiar feelings. Now, I am healthy, and these morning occurrences in a much smaller bathroom are part of the rare days when I pretend to be reckless.