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The doctor yesterday told me to get a houseboy to help with the aches in my shoulders from being bunched up trying to swallow all weekend. So it was terribly convenient that that boy called to see how I was feeling on his way home from the airport, and also if I minded if he stopped by.
I can say that I finally followed my doctors orders, except for the getting lots of rest part.
I have to admit that I'm behaving shamefully, seeing as how I know even less about this boy than I did about the last. But soon enough I'll be too old to behave shamefully. However, he's as different from Michael as it's possible to be--I couldn't have done better with that if I had ordered him up from a 1-800 number--and that's good.
Also, I'm having a really good time, even if I still feel ridiculously like a Sex and the City episode.

I do feel much better today--less like I've been eating gravel and nearly clearheaded. I'm still having a little trouble swallowing and I'm starving, but otherwise relatively peachy.
Did I tell you that I've lost 5 lbs since the last time I went to the doctor? Where did it go? Obviously, I need to drink more beer.

I get to go on my first business trip next month! To the Purdue campus in Indiana--but still a business trip. I'm so excited.