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The National Institutes of Health just released an RFA [Request for Applications] called "HIV Prevention in Treatment Settings." They intend to fund grants for up to five years, at up to $500,000 per year. And not only could this RFA have been written just for us, it could have been written by us. They're outlining the same connections and priorities we've been writing about. They're calling for more of exactly the kind of research we're doing now. We can take our data from the "Spirituality and HIV" study and present it as "pilot data" for the study we'll propose that they fund - and there's nothing that makes them more willing to fund your study than proving that you're already doing that kind of research and getting results.

Now I know what I'll be doing every day between now and October 29th.
( excerpts from the RFA )

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Wednesday night I came home from the gym, had dinner with curiousangel, curled up to watch a baseball game with him, and promptly fell asleep on the couch for a couple of hours. Hard asleep.

Thursday morning I woke up exhausted. I came home from work and fell asleep on the couch. I couldn't really rouse myself when he came home, although I did get up eventually.

Woke up exhausted again today. I'm also having stomach cramps and mild, ah, intestinal distress. I managed some tea and a bagel with margarine for breakfast, but I couldn't really bring myself to contemplate lunch. Now I'm tired and hungry, but still finding food unappetizing. Bleah.

I've been on antibiotics (Keflex) since Sunday in an attempt to clear up a cyst on my breast. (It shows no sign of disappearing, damn it.) I hope this is just the antibiotics knocking me out, and not an actual illness. I also hope it goes away soon. I've been eating plain active-culture yogurt to try to keep my flora balanced, but I don't think my stomach could handle any today.

At least I'm having a good, quiet day at work. I even got to wear comfy clothes: jeans, sneakers, and my FUSE polo shirt. That's surprisingly comforting. I just wish it were warmer in my office, because I'm starting to shiver.