Well the biopsy went off in a very skilled and professional manner. Unlike
the last time when the Satan's man went through the lun, this one was
without incident. Were the results so cheerful. They came with directions on
how to get down with Jesus.

Started the clinical trial some Friday ago. Five hours of blood drawing and
infamous injection 0. The whole thing is unnerving. You don't get to know if
you get the wunder drug, but you do know you get the tired and failed ones.
They start with making me feel like twice the worst flu I ever had. This
comes in tandem with gastrointestinal spectaculars that you would not have
ever dreamed up yourself. These took the creator. Top all of that off with a
need to cry at anything in the slightest way touching and the total lack of
restraint to hold in any rage whatsoever, and you have it nailed.

The pills themselves are the size of small lemons. They dissolve instantly
into sloppy ooze preventing the less gifted from choking to death. Companies
are very fond of their rats.

If you have never done the standard USDA approved combo treatment, you
really don't have any clues about what is going to happen. What you do have
is suspicions gathered from rooting about the internet and the library. The
doctors themselves have no feel to their words. It is always that way with
them. Impersonal and outside. If you are going back in, you do know. It is
personal. I know the courage of week one and two will dissolve in week 30.
The bravado of running outside and shaking fists in the air shouting  " Is
this all you have!" will give way to kneeling anywhere and begging for help
and deliverance.

But this is different. I know. The sides are different. They are here almost
immediately. I am where I left off 4 years ago. Can that mean I have the
magic bullet? Or does it mean that the joke is still on me.