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.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

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Went for bloods last month and, well, I've only got a few more little soldiers than Leonidas had. Soon, it seems, my viral load shall blot out the sun and we shall fight in the shade. Got to repeat the blood test soon but sounds like those years I thought I had left before I'd have to start on medication are fewer than I'd hoped in number.