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hah! vindicated!
Tuesday, 15 May 2007 01:21 pmBlood tests apparently show that I've had glandular fever. Not, note, that I currently have glandular fever, but that sometime in the past I've had it - probably pinpointable to about a month ago, when I had that odd weekend during which my glands exploded. This damned recurring sinus infection has thus been opportunistically piggybacking on the general debility caused by rampaging Epstein Barr, which is why it Refuses To Die. Pshaw.
I cannot sufficiently stress how much better this knowledge is making me feel. I don't actually feel much physically better, still tired and icky, but the moral superiority inherent in the ability to say "I've had glandular fever" is IMMENSE. The last six months have not only had me feeling truly horrible, they've had me feeling like a pale, limp, useless, malingering thing who has no real reason to feel so horrible. Now I have a reason. Eat that, Calvinistic universe!
I have to add, though, that I'd feel even better about the whole damned thing if I'd recently been anywhere near the sort of passionate embrace which is usually necessary to contract glandular fever in the first place. This is apparently randomly floating or spontaneously generating version, capable of striking despite a demonstrable lack of love-life over more years than I care to enumerate. There's no justice.
I cannot sufficiently stress how much better this knowledge is making me feel. I don't actually feel much physically better, still tired and icky, but the moral superiority inherent in the ability to say "I've had glandular fever" is IMMENSE. The last six months have not only had me feeling truly horrible, they've had me feeling like a pale, limp, useless, malingering thing who has no real reason to feel so horrible. Now I have a reason. Eat that, Calvinistic universe!
I have to add, though, that I'd feel even better about the whole damned thing if I'd recently been anywhere near the sort of passionate embrace which is usually necessary to contract glandular fever in the first place. This is apparently randomly floating or spontaneously generating version, capable of striking despite a demonstrable lack of love-life over more years than I care to enumerate. There's no justice.
