And if the last post didn’t convince, I’m now officially falling apart. I’ve been throwing up in my sleep, my wrist is shot to hell, I’m constantly queasy, and now I’ve fucking got shingles. I guess this is what happens when I keep telling people I’m fine after someone ups and dies on me, not to mention with two important freelance jobs ballooning, and my Masters thesis beginning to kick in. Christ. How’s my Blogtalk paper going to fit in to this mess?
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Sounds like you need a nice long stay somewhere with no computer and a good view of the beach. RSI sucks, I used to get it a lot. And shingles sucks more than RSI! All sorts of hippie things like yoga help the wrist thing — acupuncture also worked quite well for me.
Anyhow, my sympathies, dude (and not just for the physical ailments).
You can tell I’m immune to all that hippie shit, can’t you? :)