Seems my genetic HIV markers say that what I have is one of the most common forms of the HIV virus like everyone else in the US. I simply did not progress or maybe my body did not know any better then or now but it is nothing special.
In other words I should have died five years after getting it just like everyone else did.
I should have died the same time my lover died from Pneumocystis pneumonia 15 years ago just like everyone else did. Only the good die young so you know what that makes me? Nothing special.
Instead I am sitting here with a count of 290 after 21 years of not being treated for anything medically (350-300 is the usual start treatment but come on 21 years later!) meaning my hate for Ronald Reagan shall live on and on and on. I am almost 50 if you don’t treat me for 30 more years can I have a door prize for holding out for a zero? Or is that the booby prize?
I just had to have that conversation with my doctor who had just told me the test said I was nothing special that he could look but not touch my statistically speaking common ass with any drugs till 6 months after we have met. I like to call it a cooling off period or I am more than a statistic or an average in a book since I seem to meet so many doctors being nothing special. Any other conditional changes will be accounted for in triplicate with proper paperwork and the lady at the window just said you do not have the paperwork because it is nothing special.
Doctors just do not understand I am not like that on a first date. Unless they are offering me bigger boobs and a lifetime pass to the local day spa. Which is probably why I have survived this long with this common HIV virus that is nothing special. I also pointed out I will most likely keel over from heart disease just like he is going to. Oh doctor, heal thyself!
So medically speaking I am a hard headed demonic son of a bitch fucking asshole who will never die.
Nothing new from me in other words. I just hate having to have these reverse pep talks I have to give about myself occasionally. No doctor, this is my life you will come to hate me just like everyone else does. Nothing special about that.
I hate days like this being nothing special. They make me remember all those friends and places I would rather have around me right now but they are gone because they were special and I am not. The worst part is as the years go by the doctors do not seem be any more intelligent in their answers or their questions.
But that is nothing special.
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Sunita wrote,
This is great news, TeddyP. I hope you are doing something heart healthy or at least rich in adult beverages to celebrate.
I had the common version of a sometimes fatal disease. One of those times it is oh so very good to be ordinary and uninteresting.
Link | April 14th, 2011 at 12:33 pm
Treva Harte wrote,
Congrats! Your 21 Years of Nothing Special can now drink.
Link | April 14th, 2011 at 1:46 pm
LB Gregg wrote,
And THIS is why I love Treva Harte.
(And I know you were hiding from me at RT.)
Link | April 14th, 2011 at 6:47 pm
elizaben wrote,
Here’s to 21 years more and 21 years after that. And, of course, to perfect health and outliving every single one of your doctors. Cheers!
Link | April 15th, 2011 at 4:16 am
BevQB wrote,
A tip o’ the glass to the specialness of Nothing Special and your Special Forces/Ranger/Seal/MI5/CIA/FBI/WerePig DNA. You should totally write a Romance novel centered around your Alpha Hero Genes.
Link | April 15th, 2011 at 4:58 am
Treva Harte wrote,
LB– I was so totally not hiding. I was a giant blur that crammed one and a half days of RT in and then headed out again. Maybe next time I’ll do a saner schedule.
Link | April 16th, 2011 at 4:53 pm