What a difference a day (or three) makes
Just a quick update on my infection. All is going well, no more nausea and my temperature is back down to normal. It’s funny how much greater the effect on my psyche relatively minor changes in my health make, Saturday night’s scare wasn’t really that scary on it’s own. But now something like that comes with all sorts of potentially serious implications that it throw me a bit. Then I recover and find it hard to remember that my apparent reasonable health still hides the real threat. Not that I try very hard, I’ve come to terms with my condition and would rather not spend too much time thinking about the end, much better to enjoy the now and hope for as much more of it as I can get.