Well...I've been taking things for what I have and being dead to the world. Finally what a doctor has prescribed has started really working. I had two different things, so I was right about that. One is bacterial and one is viral. One got knocked out by the anti-biotics (a full dosage this time), the other is slowly fading away.
So I can eat again, I can swallow without pain. I can move my body without disorientation and cranial pain. I can lie in my bed without freezing my ass off one minute and soaking it with sweat the next. I can sit upright (to say, use the computer) for more than five minutes at a time, and go all the way to the bathroom without coming so close to losing the battle against the force of gravity..to the point of almost collapsing into the toilet or something....
I'm not sure yet if I can form complete thoughts yet again (if I ever could in the first place), but I feel much better about like..my general outlook. I'm still not well enough to go out and do anything. And I still have to remember to sleep and eat and stuff on a regular basis. Because, for the past couple years I've been slacking off on just about every aspect of taking care of my body..so when I got this quadruple sickness, I was completely unprepared. Unexercised and scrawny, it didn't take too much to push me under. So, I guess I should start doing healthy things.

I feel more like a normal person again. I can do things I think of doing (with rest periods of course). Like record ren and stimpy sounds for one thing. I'm glad I started getting better for another reason too. I started watching movies after I got the medicine (the last batch) to pass the time, and I was running out of them. The Wherehouse only has so many good tapes. Plus I can bet it was getting expensive. Good thing I didn't have to pay for them..
I know I'm definately not well though.. for one thing, I'm writing this. I mean, normally I'd write it to a singular person or to a semi-private bbs. But I'm not. I'm writing it here..basically and unartistically. With no forethought whatsoever.
So I'm still stupid, and I doubt I'll ever be the same. I wonder what else is perminently altered about myself from being sick like this. I can't imagine any of it being good. I bet my voice is a little more fucked than before..and my intestinal tract. (OTL looks at the TV..) I need a kitty...keep me warm. I need a woman. I need money....I need to get better. My needs are few, my wants are many.