This Post Is Brought To You By The Letter L

L is for Lupus. I have it now, the version called drug-induced lupus, from taking anti-tnf biological response modifiers for years. Yes, kids, there is too much of a good thing. Supposedly it will go away since I’ve stopped the AS drugs but tell that to my malar rash. Butterfly, be gone!
L is also for Levaquin, which is the anthrax drug I just had to take an assload of because while my immune system was going WTF over the lupus nonsense, a particularly nasty respiratory infection moved in to stay. It raged for ten days of supine stupory. It was no fun AT ALL.
And L is for linger as in I fear that motherfucking respiratory infection is going to linger in my lungs forever! Really, I begin to seriously wonder.
Tomorrow I will be another year older so L is also for Lucky, lucky me! Actually, I prefer another year older over the alternative so that’s not nearly as facetious as it sounds.
L is for forgive me my lack of loquaciousness of late. I do have many things to say, someday.
And last, but not least, L is for love; gimme some.

Comments

[allison]

But, but, it is NEVER lupus! Except when it is, in all it's fuckery. Seriously, AG, for one of the most awesome human beings I know, you have to deal with the most fucked up shit I could imagine. It almost makes me feel sorry for you. Then I remember that you had a Roadster, an unbearably cute cottage, and went Africa. Then I get over it.

[Annika]

One tiny Typepad comment cannot possibly contain the love I have for you.

[Jenn]

I have the love - yep! Got that one right here... xoxo

[Tom]

But I owe you too much love! [hyperventilates]

[AdventureGirl]

Tommy! How I have missed you, darling.