I Was Sick This Weekend
I’ll spare everyone the gory details, but suffice it to say that it was hideous. I didn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, etc. My body hadn’t been that miserable in years (my mind, well, that’s another matter).
It’s true that simply being HIV positive is a constant reminder to my psyche of my mortality. However, it’s also true that I’ve been fortunate in not having too many physical discomforts as a result of my HIV diagnosis in 1992.
I’ve always thanked the universe for my general good health (despite my HIV and a few genetic predispositions to diseases lurking in my DNA, which I expect to live long enough to have to contend with eventually).
Nonetheless, being sick this weekend was a powerful reminder for me to remain grateful to the universe for being spared so far from the worst of HIV disease.