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okay, not totally true, i had some long-standing errands i had to run so i finally took care of them. went to pick up a couple of cds from borders, mailed a package, bought some food, and went to the bar (of course) after checking for possible alcohol-drug interactions. no painkillers anymore. the pain is almost manageable now, just dull. it feels more like i’m sore, rather than the stabbity stab stab feeling of old. but i’m still contagious because i have huge pustules on my chest. (sorry, no pics, i hate looking at them. i miss my old sexy chest haha)

my neighbors are having a party tomorrow, i should finally meet them for real. sounds funs.

i can feel some of the shingles lesions shrinking or something, maybe drying up finally, but the pain just does not go away. this does, however, give me lots of time at home. i haven’t really been spending it too well, besides a few hours of work each day. i guess i’m still up to date on my french.

actually, i haven’t even been gone a week yet–after tomorrow that will be true. i was hoping to be back up and running today, but it just didn’t happen. maybe i just need to up my pain threshold. my muscles are falling into atrophy because i can’t lift or run or anything either. it feels like i’ve been stuck here foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

my time drifts away. it’s partly because of the weird pill schedule, five antivirals a day means i have to wake in the middle of the night (which happens anyway because my back hurts from avoiding contact with my right side). suddenly i am going to bed at 2:30 again, losing my discipline, and learning to decorate my house.

yeah, again i find myself watching hgtv, and now i want to move to belize. one step at a time. make things happen.