Thursday
Negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, negative, positive, negative, negative, negative, and negative.
Mostly, I am okay. I have a bacterial infection which led to the intense moments of urination during my vacation last week and most of this week. The antibiotics I am taking finish up today, then I must wait a week, catch a “mid-stream” sample of my first pee and take it back for a second test and another round of antibiotics to be sure.
And … this only happened because I worked so much last month (100 hour weeks!) and blew out my body’s defenses (immune system) and made myself susceptible to something which is “harmless in normal individuals, but can produce disease in the very young, those with weakened immune systems, or in a new host that has no prior experience with the microbe.”
Point taken, Kipple. Yes, yes, don’t work so hard and live longer with less stupid little problems and most importantly, not be afraid of taking a pee!
August 7, 2008 @ 07.21 |
one interjection | Popularity: 7%
stashed in Year 7, Kipple, Fear
Sunday
The Implausible World of Maybe
I allowed a clinic to take a sample from my arm and test for HIV on Friday, for various reasons, the foremost being the need to be certain about my health and to no longer live in fear of a simple blood test. I should have results by Wednesday or Thursday.
I will be standing at an airport in New York City bearing nothing but the clothes on my back within 24 hours of a positive result; deported because that is how things are done here. I guess it’s not the quietus it used to be, but the prospect of being ripped from life is something to be feared. And then there is M … citizens who test positive have their passports taken and are given strict orders to stay home or they will go to prison. Maybe this begins to make a little bit of sense how something simple and essential could be put off for so long out of fear.
Not being in control is probably my biggest fear.
I have dispensed instructions about what to if I am suddenly “gone”. I will give further instructions to a friend with a set of keys to my flat on Monday. I need to make a back up of all my work and upload it somewhere Monday or Tuesday night. And I am thinking I should also prepare a box of critical things to be sent home first, if only to sort what can be tossed into a box and delivered on a boat from what I need to piece together a shattered life.
Until I know something, I exist in a tinge of temporal fear.
I have been blasé and reckless enough …
it’s been 17 years since my last test …
three years ago Mr. Excrement was bleeding after I bit him …
August 3, 2008 @ 05.53 |
no interjections | Popularity: 7%
stashed in Year 7, Fear, So-Ko
Wednesday
Looks like someone needs to go have a chat with her surgeon again because this has made what is natural (and yummy!) on girls into a ghoulish silicone perversion.
I watched Starship Troopers 3 and Jolene Blalock’s lips also seem to have suffered a surgical mishap recently.
July 30, 2008 @ 18.27 |
no interjections | Popularity: 6%
stashed in Year 7, porn!, flicks, narcissism
