Two weeks since my anaphylactic fun with heartbeats two to three seconds apart (The things one remembers!) and the subsequent Lupus flare. Today I feel like five days after being hit by a 1949 Fargo pickup truck but with (thisis hard to believe) no pain at all. I am sure some of you have not had a pain free few hours in years so let me assure you: it is wondferful! Lungs still fairly full - I didn't mention in my former self-pitying message that with these "fruitings" I often get cardiopulmonary oedema. (I love the thing one medico told me, "If you die, it's congestive heart failure; if you live, it's cardiopulmonary oedema.") Still fairly stuck at home but that is little problem since we are having a miserable mimi-Winter right now. Snow and sub-freezing temperatures while central Canada is hitting +30C. Perhaps the toughest part of these two weeks have been the depression and unwonted suicidal ideation. I didn't do anything about the suicidal depression (other than prayer) but I am out of practice dealing with that since it had been so long since the last allergic reaction. At least now I can see the proverbial light at the end of the subway. Thanks for all the support!