Last night, exceptionally strange dreams: psychotic, then sociopathic, figures – strange flashes of ruthless danger, violence. Not frightening exactly, not a feeling of nightmares, but certainly alarming – perhaps more alarming on waking: to write about them brings one to a stop, to a point of shock.
Of course, in Jungian terms, some kind of serious shadow stuff... the unabsorbed and inchoate materials of the unconscious. Above all, strange.
During the day, a surprise: the usual triennial doctor's appointment, and he wanted to talk about new medications – new HCV medications to be started at the end of March, and as a result new HIV medications. I insisted on lots of detail, but strangely enough it all sounds good – and yes, I know, especially from events of the past year, these things often have side effects that are less amusing then you're ever warned. (The perpetual annoying thought process: we didn't want to tell you about the side effects because then you might imagine that you had them... hmm.)
But this actually sounds good: a possibly bumpy month-long transition, or possibly not bumpy at all as a celebration of Spring, to move to easier HIV medications (no Ritonavir, oh joy unbounded!) and generally more successful HCV medications.
Well, we'll see – holding the whole thing at a slight distance from myself, considering – but at the moment let's count it as...
good news.
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