The physical pain was really bad, but I know it passes. It has already lessened, although not enough to allow me to sleep as yet. And I don't think I have compromised the healing of my wound too much by my outing - it's stopped hurting, but we shall see on Wednesday when the dressing is changed.

It was worth it though. It really was a really good gig, and I am glad I got to see them play again. The joy and happiness there was overwhelming, and mean that quite literally. But it also revealed to a great degree how spiritually broken I've become, both from the disease and the isolation. And I've always refused to become the monster that others seem to see me as. Even though none there did. We carry our own ghosts with us, always. It never pays to look in the mirror, least you see what you have become. A broken mewling thing I strongly suspect in my case.

Enough of this maudlin self pity. The sun will be up soon. I think I shall bask in it's warmth again for a while.

Be well, unto you each, the other.