I stopped reading one of my library books because I just didn't like it. Too artsy-angsty. It was "Alice's Neck" by Barbara Novak, who was a Barnard prof when I was there, though I didn't have her. I had also given up on Joan Chase's "During the Reign of the Queen of Persia" after about 100 pages.
I did enjoy "The Next Big Thing" (book by Johanna Edwards), about a weight loss reality TV show; it kept my mind occupied while I waited in the emergency room Monday night. I offered it to Dean O. for symbolic reasons, but he declined and it was snapped up by a lady in Indiana through paperbackswap.com. Also finished "Hello He Lied" by Lynda Obst (blah, but why should I care about how to navigate evil Hollywood), Alan King's "Name Dropping" (which dropped plenty of names, and was enjoyable), and Williams' "The Assistants" (loved it; fiction about navigating evil Hollywood is fine).
Now I'm reading "Her" by Laura Zigman (chick lit about jealousy - oh boy, I can relate) and "Hype" by Steven Aronson (fueling my pop cult curiosity, though it's older pop cult, a library book from 1983). I'm about to start Burroughs' "Running With Scissors" (finally, something not trashy!), which I'm looking forward to. I saw him speak at a book festival on C-Span and was impressed.
I even took out a Newsweek with JonBenet on the cover (so you can imagine how old it is), in an attempt to get myself reading the massive backlog of magazines.
With all this reading and watching going on as opposed to lying there with a cold rag on my face, the answer is, Yes, I'm feeling better. Knock on wood - it hasn't been massively painful (YET!), more like annoying. The rash is evolving, though nothing seems to be disappearing entirely. I don't know how long I need to hide out, but I suspect at least another week (it first sprouted up last Saturday). Might have to do another Fresh Direct order. Still don't feel up to concentrated working, as opposed to light reading while lying in bed.