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.


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

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

  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.

  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???

  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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