Blessedly, the worst of it -was- short. Thank you, God... and thank you anyone who was praying/chanting/invoking/meditating/etc. *sighs softly* I'm not in great shape, but I'm not puking my guts up any longer and I'm able to move without crying... definitely an improvement. From what I understand about FMS, it's -not- supposed to hit like a freight train without warning... 's one of the reasons my rheumatologist keeps musing about it being something else. Unfortunately, what he keeps musing about is Myasthenia Gravis, which is WAY more than I want to deal with. Harrumph.
At any rate, the G3 continues to purr along beautifully as the router here, bringing 'heretical' comments from me about the 'truth' about Windows. :p I've been poked by one person already (humorously, not an actual poke poke) but... /damn/. I'm not sure /what/ to do with an operating system that doesn't need to be babied along to get anything out of it. :p
For the moment, I'm going to retreat back into my Civ III game... I'm whomping Rome, but Greece is about to come down on -both- of us like the Hammer of God. *chuckle* Might need to investigate cheating. :p
*gentle hugs*
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