Vaccation from the illness

The fact that the truth is just in front of us, does not always mean that we can fully capture it as we wish to. The snap above is the result of my 4 year old niece insisting taking a picture of her uncle and her brother.
I joint my mum and my sister with her kids for a little trip to Switzerland's tourist mecca Lucerne and Nidwalden. I have the privilege of being ill in one of the most beautiful places in the world. On the way back I actually thought, that I am forced to do vacation. I am supposed to do sports, enjoy the fresh air and avoid stress. Sounds like to vacation to me.

First, the good news: The drugs are slowly meeting the goal, stabilizing my state rather than exposing me to the afternoon waves of pain.
The bad news: I feel stable, but on a rather low level. I feel apathy, indifference. My head does not work. I buy my favored newspaper to read it on the train and than spend 1 hour looking at its front cover, because reading causes me too much trouble concentrating. I am healing, but so slowly, sometimes I have hard times to believe it. I wanted to write so much more, but my head is too tired.