Thursday, December 4, 2008

Better Late

December 1, World AIDS Day, bloggers were requested to write about AIDS. And I was going to, a jaunty little piece about living with HIV in these hip now modern times, but I got sick that evening after I got home from work; I believe the AIDS meds I'm taking turned on me, the little bastards. It's things like that which make me so hate cheap irony.

I know I’m lucky, my T-cells are high, my viral load is undetectable, I have no symptoms, I can recite the names of all seven dwarves by memory (can you? I didn’t think so.) and I only have to take one pill a day, as opposed to some of my friends who choke down a couple of handsful every day. So on the very rare occasions when I can’t stray too far from my dear pal the toilet because of medicine reactions, I remember the friends who died and I concentrate on being lucky.

5 comments:

  1. The sad thing is, some of us are destined for dementia no matter what...

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  2. And we, dear heart, are lucky that you've decided to sprinkle the web with your delicious humor. Yay!

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  3. Sneezy... Dopey... Bitch...Whore. Ooops, evidently Miss J cannot.

    Miss J hopes you're feeling better and are aroudn fro a long, long time.

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  4. love you mr. peenee! your humor never goes unnoticed. i agree with tjb. i think all of us gays have some amount of dementia,and thats a good thing!! right thombeau???

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  5. Happy, Dopey, Sneezey, Grumpy, Bashful, Doc and Cher, right?

    I'm glad your reaction wasn't too severe and that you're generally in good health.

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