05.14.2002 - Don't Call It A Comeback

So, I'm back and feeling better. Thank you for being concerned.

Yes, both of you.

I really don't know where to start, as I haven't had a hiatus this long since I first started writing online. Normally when I miss some time, I either pretend I'm living in the past and write individual makeup entries or I smash everything into one ultra-long cure for insomnia in diary form. That sort of thing doesn't work so well when I've missed nearly three weeks.

Frankly, it wouldn't be that interesting. You don't want to read twenty thousand words on how I spent a huge chunk of my Spring laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping I would die and die quickly, and I don't want to write it.

What I do want to do, however, is get back on track with my life and this record of it. So I don't feel like I've left any gaping holes, I've decided to write about each day I missed in seven syllables. Enjoy.

4/26 - I think I have a goiter.

4/27 - I can't move my head at all.

4/28 - The nurse says "menengitis."

4/29 - Scared shitless at the doctor.

4/30 - Feeling better but not good.

5/1- One more day away from work.

5/2 - I'm healthy enough for work.

5/3 - Kevin comes and we party.

5/4 - Beulah: Fun, bad idea.

5/5 - I nurse a painful sore throat.

5/6 - Don't fuck with my orange juice.

5/7 - Let's go get a throat culture.

5/8 - Strep throat: just what I needed.

5/9 - Illin' on penicillin.

5/10 - Feeling healthy once again.

5/11 - We did Mother's Day early.

5/12 - One more day up in L-town.

5/13 - Even when healthy, work sucks.

So we're caught up. Regular updates resume tomorrow. I promise.

-- Jeffy