Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

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These results are starting to sound like buses. Another set of bloods back, another reassurance that nothing's happening yet that needs any kind of intervention. Given that there's plenty of friends of mine who have had it for a decade, or longer, who don't need medication, I wonder if perhaps I was a bit of a fool to think there was any point in thinking about the infection at all. Sure, it's a pain, and it's certainly a factor that damages relationships for me - not because of their fear of me infecting them, but more because of my own anxiety about it meaning I'm left overcompensating, hoping that they'll like me in spite of the virus.

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