XMRV causes CFS? - Short story (True)
In another life. Well, twenty four years ago to be precise, I had a wife and a dog and I came home from work.
True.
I forgot to say. In full, this is a sad story. I wont do full Ill do short instead.
I have a different wife now. And a different dog. Which isnt the sad bit. The sad bit came later. But I wont go into that, like I said, because sad stories are not much fun. They are sad.
So I will skip the sad bits. And do the fun bits instead. The important stuff; the only stuff you are left with when finalising a short story.
The important stuff here is the stuff that relates to XMRV being the cause of CFS.
No sad bits. I promise.
Back to 1986. I come home from work.
I already know by now the writing is on the wall. I can read. Wife and me made a big mistake. What is commonly called getting married...too young I should add. And alsoto the wrong person.
Anyway, forget about wife and concentrate instead on me coming home from work. To dog.
Wife is not home. Has cleared off to Mums. Left me a note. And the dog. And my tea.
My tea is steak (I am vegetarian now - have been for 20 years - which is besides the point - but it adds colour to the story).
No sad stuff like I said.
No wife at home either. Me come home. Dog already at home.
Dog is pleased to see me. Wags tail. Jumps up at me.
Note from wife on worktop informs me I have steak for tea. I will need to cook steak. Steak is on worktop.
Steak is not on worktop.
On floor is dog. Dog is pleased to see me. Dog wags tail. Doglicks lips..
On floor is small plastic bag.
I pick up bag. It smells.
Of meat.
Dog wags tail. Dog smells.
Of meat.
I pat dog.
Good dog.
Wife is guilty?
Questionable.
Dog is guilty?
I know it. You know it. Dog knows it.
I can not prove it. And neither can you, but we both know dog + human free kitchen + steak + enough time to jump up and grab steak = guilty dog.
Smoking gun if ever I saw one.
So, why dont we get behind those who can prove that XMRV is the cause of CFS/ME instead of constantly chivvying away at them? Nit picking. Pouring over every last word they utter.
Those who fancy picking at a bone (no pun intended - it was not a T-Bone), do it with the psyche lobby and leave the real scientists to get on with real science.
PS Thanks for the birthday wishes for my son. I will show him this thread. I am sure he will appreciate them. We had Italian tonight, not Indian (pass me a samosa DR Yes). Anything but English grub.