Totally sick.

Found trilobite in last glob of coughed-up snot and am expecting pope's ring in next batch.

Fever has decided that best place for my testicles is hanging down to my knees.

If you're a guy, you totally understand that last sentence.
If you're a gal, you probably threw up a little bit. Welcome to my world.

Why has everybody been getting so sick recently?

Anyway, I'm going to go fall asleep watching PBS Create.

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benchilada: (Bird People)


Myofascial Pain Syndrome is neither degenerative nor fatal.

I cannot express to you how happy Sara and I are right now.

Here's a very basic rundown:

The doctors at the Mayo Clinic theorize that all of this started with some sort of viral infection that was attacking her body, resulting in an elevated temperature, muscle pain, elevated ANA levels, et cetera.

Once it had run its course, it had done some damage to the fascia of her muscles and set her brain permanently to the "pain" setting. This means that even though most of the damage may actually be over with, her brain is still registering her muscles and joints as being in a state of horrible pain and weakness.

It has some crossover with fibromyalgia, and sometimes people who have that also have myofascial pain syndrome.

Sara just started two medications to keep things under control and has been given an exercise, stretching, and joint movement regiment in order to keep her muscles in shape and to help with healing.

There is a good chance that she'll at least get her current state under control, and some people on medication and exercises can head for nearly complete recovery.

Thanks to everybody who offered words of encouragement, prayers, positive thoughts, et cetera.
They meant so very, very much to us, and kept us smiling and hopeful.
 
Six months of this has been extremely difficult, but I'll keep you updated on her recovery, and I'll be keeping her updated on all of your responses to this entry.

We love all of you, my monkeys, and I love my wife.

Smooches,

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What could I possibly be really fucking tired of?

FIND OUT!

Sick again.
Seriously, what the shit?
This is my brother Jason:



He's a lawyer and lives in Quincy, Illinois. One of my other brothers, Matthew, sent him some cards from the Fairmont Empress hotel in Vancouver, British Columbia. They're blank on the inside but feature the hotel's "Heraldic Badge" on the front.

Said Jason, "I felt so ridiculous sending them from home, so I began redecorating them."

As such, here's what arrived in our mailbox on Saturday:


I love my family.

Unrelated: Sara is sick again. We think it's just a cold. If it goes away quickly, I hope to acquire tuburculosis soon. You see, I'm feeling nearly all better from my previous sickness and we'd hate for people to stop thinking that we're a plague house.

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GAH! SERIOUSLY!

Do I have to be sick for seven days before I'm allowed to get better?

I still have a Fuckbrain Comix about 75% done that I haven't been able to finish, and I have a Sir Reginald story that I haven't had a chance to finish because I keep freezing from fever, falling asleep, and being in a state of sick-confusion. I even got two new things added to my stack of things I need to eat So You Don't Have To, but I'm afraid to eat scary things with a weakened immune system.

What a fucking surreal week.

And this has made my LJ fascinating, too. "Oh look, benjamin posted that he's still sick. Fucking whee."

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Yesterday the doctor gave Sara antibiotics but just told me to keep taking sudafed, drinking fluids, sleeping, et cetera.

Fever is at 100.3 right this moment.

Going in to doctor after dropping off Sara, will get antibiotics no matter what. Will threaten to spit on children if they're not provided.

I have a new Fuckbrain Comix that's been 4/5ths done for days now. Maybe if I feel better tonight I'll finish it.

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Feeling better, but not 100%.

As such, it's probably time to do a So You Don't Have To.

It'll either cure me or kill me.
Sara and I both woke up sick as fuck today.

Balls.
Home sick, spent pretty much the entire morning asleep on the couch.

For OCD boy, the worst part about feeling like you're going to throw up is the fact that you're going to have to point your face at a toilet from REAL close up.

Ugh.
Have been fading in and out of sleep for the past four hours, waking up long enough to sweat my fever away and then get it back.

Oh, and to get some good, old-fashioned horrible diarrhea going.

By the time I'm done with this, I'll be so internally pure that I'll be able to punch a hole in the space/time continuum.

Back to bed.
Sick again.

Different sick.

Fever, runny nose, nausea.

I asked you to kill me last time and you didn't.

Bastards.

I'm gonna make you pay.

b
Being sick sucks.
Having trouble swallowing and it feels like I swallowed a handful of sandpaper.
At home, doing things like laying on the couch and watching The Today Show.

Kill me.

b
Listening to the Thievery Corporation album The Richest Man in Babylon might be a little too slowgroovefunkrelaxing on a day when I'm NOT sick.

Right now, it's sapping my will to move, let alone work...

This is a record for drinking or sexing, not cataloging books...

EDIT - But I can't...press...stop...

NOTES

Jan. 17th, 2006 10:25 am
A) New job at library started today, in which I will be doing everything I did with my old job. Bonus.
B) Sick as hell. Want booze, cannot have booze, am at work with no booze. Will have coffee slushie instead.
C) Just got MORE manga piled on me by DrMaster, which means money and 170 pages to edit by Thursday and about 110 pages left to edit in the novel they sent me. That one's due by Monday.
D) If you aren't reading [livejournal.com profile] atomic_robo--and I know you're not--then you should be. Bastards.
E) Stories are on hold until my nose stops producing toxic waste.
F) Looks like Shonen Jump will be printing two of my articles, AND I'll be working on a Topp Sekrit Projeket for them. I am The Bee's Balls(tm).
G) Where am I?

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Stomach is still sick from eating a crapass Hilton Hotel brunch at NOON, to celebrate Sara's grandmother's birthday.
Have been extrasuperbusy with DrMaster (who've finally updated their website!) editing work for the past five days.

Apologies for no writing during that time.

Tonight or tomorrow morning, either a short story, or more about my brain.

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