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, December 06, 2005
Think It Through
It's not the end of the world, I know that, it's just a bit of a jolt. My friend still loves me, my friends at large still care. It certainly makes some sense of the overactive metabolism, the weight loss, the night sweats I've had since diagnosis. I've got a dentist's appointment tomorrow, where I'll ask her to look for any evidence of opportunistic infection in my mouth and if there is any, I'll go to the doctor I like the most out of the ones at the clinic and say to her not to worry about confirming the result, but start talking medication.
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