I've been bloody sick again over the last week or so. Just a viral bug but enough to floor me. It's a bit of a reminder that, due to my suppressed immune system, I'm still open to the dangers of opportunistic infections. If I get another one of the really dangerous ones I could be in real trouble again.
At times like this I do wonder about what will happen if the worst happens. Morbid I know but I'm not so arrogant as to think that I'm actually invincible even though I do often joke about it. I've thought often about this sort of thing over the decade or so that I've been sick and I know I have to leave a list of instructions for the family so they can let all the people I know in all the many places I've lived what has happened. I've even thought about leaving certain people letters. This was an idea that was blown out the water last night when I watched the film PS I love you and I realised that it is in fact a tremendously lame idea.
For one thing I'm fairly sure that all the people I would want to leave a letter to are the exact people that I wouldn't want need to bother doing so, for they would already know how I feel about them. It's also just a horribly self indulgent act and anyway I'm not really sure I could come up with something salient enough to say from beyond the grave.
I'd best just get on with not needing to bother.
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