New Horizons of Pain

Haha, now that the deadening pall of incivek has been lifted from my body I can more properly appreciate the special effects produced by the other members of the team. I was already familiar with the icky burning sensation and mild nausea that was the hallmark of brother ribavirin, but uncle interferon had largely ignored me for the first 14 weeks. The few mild production touches had hardly prepared me for last night's full-on wall-of-pain treatment. Mssrs Inter-Phil-Ron Spector woke me up at 3:30AM, about 5 hours after taking my injection, with shuddersome muscle aches, horrifying thirst, some headache and the general feeling of having fallen off a bridge at some point previously. His show lasted for a couple of hours, and still there are traces of ache now. The permanent "flu-like" symptom appears to have settled upon me. Motherfucker! Still, nine more shots only. And, according to the doctors, side-effects are in many ways an indication of the efficacy of the medicine: the worse it hurts now, the better the chances of complete success eventually. Very Calvinist of them, but I suppose I'll take their word for it, provisionally.