May 10th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Verdict = Bleh

People are coming out of the woodwork telling me of their own, or their loved ones' experiences with this glorious aberration called Shingles. About how the pain is unbearable. About how it just goes on and on and on. About how, if the outbreak is facial, you can go blind.

Tales of cheer, basically.

And then there's the myriad of you charming people peppering my comments box with friendly little things to say. Golly, can't tell ya how much it means to me just at the moment since I feel like such a leper.

Good news is: today isn't as bad as yesterday. Not by a mile. Although if that's because the antiviral medication is kicking in, or my upgrade to Percoset is actually dulling the headpounding, I couldn't say.

And I have no thought of ceasing to pop these charming little pain pills until I'm absolutely sure that yesterday will never happen again.

Yesterday, pre-Percoset, I had blood drawn. I'm not too squeamish around needles, but I guess I don't really like that first sharp bite when it goes into the arm.

Yesterday, my head was pounding so hard — so, so hard — that I never even felt the needle in my arm. It was as if all the pain in the world was in my head and eyes, and there couldn't be any left over for another area.

So, yah, Percoset. Buy stock today. I personally guarantee it will be going up in the next few weeks.
I Will Not Defame New Orleans.


Feeling better today.

"Better" meaning, "instead of the distinct feeling that my head is being run over by a truck, I feel that my head is being run over by a Vespa."

Never thought I'd be grateful for the latter.

Interesting little etymological factoid that I found quite amusing.

Pharmacy, pharmaceutical, and all forms of that word, come from the Greek "pharmaca."

And this word, in ancient Greece, had only a tangential resemblance to what it means in English today.

In Greek-of-Yore, when one was unfortunate enough to become insane (or, more specifically, when society believed one to be insane), they would take the victim out and stone them to death, thinking their act one of charity.

The act of stoning someone to death for their own good was called "pharmaca."

I believe the modern English definition is not too far away from the original ancient Greek: "pharmaceutical", adj. The quality of bleeding someone slowly to death by overcharging for chemical patents.

(Did I mention my 3.5 gram tiny tube of eye goo goes for $100? And it doesn't even get you high.)