back to work today after umpteen days off; I think I worked 3 days in the last 3 weeks. You must think I am disabled, and should be on SSDI. I could probably get approved for it, but that in itself would be unhealthy. I'd have to blow the doctor (relax, it's an obscure euphemism meaning I'd have to discard my philosophy and adopt theirs, i.e., HIV=AIDS), and it's interesting that I'd not want to do that, since I've done it my whole life, with everybody on every level, from formal professional encounters to intimate relationships.
And don't get giddy; this is not progress or a new willingness to change. I'm just more afraid of acknowledging illness—of giving-in to it the way the medical-industrial complex would want me to—than I am of actually being ill. Indeed, I believe the intellectual giving-in precedes the physical disease. If I believe I am sick, I am. Read this if you have an hour (and an open mind). If you don't have an hour, you might try virusmyth.com, but sorry, it too requires an open mind. If you have neither, try here.
Now, it is time to go. (Now there's a portentous remark!) See you later.
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PS: Will somebody please go to : 06 : and hover over the 'stud'? And then (don't be too impressed, yet) click on him for a close-up. I hate being blunt, but I guess I should have indicated it was clickable (and hoverable (?) ). Thanks. PPS: Aren't I whiney? 
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