Day 100.

     Okay, I suppose I should start at the beginning. I’d hoped to write this a few days ago, but the treatment trials have been taking up a lot of my time. It’s not painful or uncomfortable, really, being in the lab. It’s just very, very boring. Much of it has me staring at a white screen, looking ahead, and trying to stay awake. Usually I can see shapes in the whiteness, sort of like the light fragments you can see when your eyes are closed. I find that calming for some reason. It’s one of those things you only really appreciate when you’ve lost it, and you think, okay, it’s done; I’m not going to get to experience that ever again. Then, one day, they discover a cure and suddenly you have a working set of eyes again and you can open and close them to your heart’s content. I’m being a little metaphorical, maybe, but I think it’s apt, here. Now that I have something resembling my life back, I do think I appreciate it more than I did before. I want to, at least.
     When I last posted, the outbreak hadn’t occurred yet in any real way. Obviously, things have changed. Some of you may be reading this in your post-treatment psyche exams, even. I’ve heard about that happening a couple of times. I’m honored, of course. The first thing you’ll notice when you get out—the first thing I noticed, really—is your sense of smell returning, fuller than before. When I was in Venice, soon after treatment, the intense salty smell of the ocean washed over me. I remember that so vividly. Anyway, I’m going to be late for today’s testing. More later. Maybe Anna will write something up on her experiences, soon.