Oh thank the maker...
Finally, I'm feeling good again...normal...ambulatory, as Dr. Solomon said.
I've made it back to work and it feels great to back out amongst the living again. That should say something about my level of cabin fever, that work should seem like a wonderful and joyous place. The few times I had ventured out I had felt like this grungy, sick mess that didn't belong. Like I was an incorporeal being shambling amongst the reviled, warm blooded breathers.
Being cooped up since last Monday was starting to effect me, not able to work out or be around people was frustrating. Another side effect of my prolonged illness was having way too much time to sit around and think about things, too much time to dig around and find old things I'd written about, and in the end I've been left a little emotionally raw. This may be a good thing, I think there are feelings I haven't gotten out about my wife and I breaking up and per chance this will force me to expunge them. I've mostly felt amicable to the whole thing, and I still feel it's the right thing to do, but deep down I sense there are things brewing that will need to come out eventually.