Well, you'd think after this long some of it would ease back, but I get regular reminders of the thermonuclear outhouse fire that situation created, so it keeps getting the scabbed over stuff reopened. And at least there's a very good thing at the end of it -- there's an interesting symmetry in it all, from something that came way close to killing me in such a close prelude to me getting a major reprieve from the reaper.

I keep coming back to Jerry Purnell's take on the famous line, "That which doesn't kill me has made a grave tactical error."