December 18, 2004
Unfortunately, the new meds my doc put me on are requiring me to stay within sharp proximity to a toilet. This was rather unexpected, as I have been on them before, but it seems the body forgets. Let this be a lesson to any HIV-negative men toying with the idea of unsafe sex. AIDS still sucks, and it can suck the lifeblood out of you, even if it doesn’t so readily kill you anymore.
It could have happened at a worse time, I suppose, like if I had to be on a bus or a train somewhere today. But it would have been nice to get out of the house today, for a movie or a meeting or a Christmas party. Particularly as to help me avoid dwelling on a wildly insensitive remark made by a friend, who could have realized its gratuitous cruelty if he thought about it for a nanosecond.
This is not to say he didn’t speak the truth. But the unadulterated truth sometimes could use a little adulterating when it comes to matters of well-known emotional delicacy.
So I’m off to run (literally) to AD-RX for a fix of immodium, that, Goddesses willing, may allow me to participate in the world today. On the way I will no doubt ponder, in typical Libra fashion, at what point and whether the joy some people bring you is outweighed by the grief they bring you. I imagine he might be wondering the same thing about me.
MCO
2004
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