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  • Tickle Me Pink

    I dyed the front part of my hair pink last week. I visited a friend in KY last month and I dyed her hair purple for her. I could not talk her into pink...but I did do the purple. It looked pretty cool but I still wanted it to be pink so...

    I WENT PINK! I think it suits and now my head matches my mood; perky and girly.

    I painted my body in henna too and danced in the sun amongst the flowers.

    My field of flowers is in in full bloom now too and whenever I look out my south windows this is what I see....it makes me want to dance.

    Yes, I DO realize that I AM BLESSED!

    BE WELL.

  • I'm SuperGIRL!

    NO, I'M SUPERGIRL!!!

  • Kisses My Bitches!

    Hey Babies! Guess who is back from the Land of I WISH I WERE DEAD!? Yup. It's true and here is another clue...I AM feeling frisky, funky and full of silly fun once again. WHEEEEEEEE!!!

    Now tell me, which of you angels out there is doing voodoo to make me well? I AM not lying when I say... every single time I write a whining, I'm ill and sickly blog on Xanga my troubles seem to disappear the next day. EVERY TIME! Thank you so very much for that magic, I missed myself so very much and I was seriously losing my will to live. I blame the Atripla for that. A TRIP LALALALA is more like it, only not so much LA as OMG somebody kill me please!

    I AM currently not taking any HIV meds and do not plan to take any more at least until after my birthday next month. I have lofty goals and plans and peeps I want to visit in the next coming weeks and I AM not willing to suffer with any more side effects in the interim. I'm not real convinced that I will be trying any more of those horrible meds anyway. If I buckle down and get serious with my health again I AM quite convinced I can suffocate the HIV in me with goodness and prayer. I thank GOD every night for curing me of this HIV and one of these days I'm convinced he is going to tire of my nagging ways and make it so!

    The rash has almost left now too although, I AM still really itchy and do feel that occasional pins and needles feeling that is a direct result of med induced neuropathy. Many of the HIV meds are notorious for causing Neuropathy and let me tell you, that shit hurts! I think death is the lesser of 2 evils when it comes to neuropathy...but that is just me.

    My meningitis symptoms have almost left completely now too and I don't have to wear my sunglasses in the house anymore. LET THERE BE LIGHT! Nary a jabbing ear pain either and my sleep has returned to normal volumes now too...and I can EAT! Eat like a HOG! I should have no worries gaining the weight back I lost while medicated. Please pass that Culvers frozen custard my way! OINK!

    I'm going to LIVE and more importantly... I ONCE AGAIN WANT TO! THANK YOU!!!

    BE WELL.

  • Buggered

    Well my dearies, I AM really having a tough time of it lately and spend most of my life sleeping. The past 2 weeks have been just rotten with medicine side effects and lingering meningitis illness.  I have lost several pounds again as well.

    I have not been on Xanga lately because most of my life is dealing with sickness and the like as of late. For that reason I have been updating my blog and writing on the discussion boards on dailystrength.org much more frequently. If you would like to keep up with my woes I direct you there, I just haven't the strength to do both.  If you want to live happily and cheerily I recommend you skip ME completely, I'll just bring you down!

    The med I was taking, Atripla fucked me up really bad and I had to quit because of it. The poem I wrote the other day was based on an experience I had while taking that med, you can read about it here.  My HIV doc then gave me a script for Truvada and now the rash on my body is out of control and feels like pins and needles. I have been ordered to stop that med now too.

    I'm just a sad sack lately.

    I used to be so gosh darn lively and full of happy thoughts, now it's all I can do to even take a shower. My doctor also mentioned another spinal tap too...oh no, I just cannot deal with that trauma again. PLEASE NO!!!

    I appreciate your prayers it's about the only hope I have anymore.

    BE WELL.

  • Sick & Tired

    But I don't look sick do I?
    Photo 77

    I AM sick though and miserably so... that picture was taken yesterday, I was sick then too.  I felt a smidge better yesterday though, but putting lipstick on and fixing my hair always helps, even if it is only an illusion.  I always fix myself up nice when I visit my HIV doc, he's such a little hottie and I AM a scandalous flirt. 

    I Find it difficult to stay up very long and working on the computer is hard on my eyes and brain.  Turns out I have viral meningitis so...at least I AM not imagining my aches and pains and goofy, dizzy, foggy brain.  Did I mention I had to have a spinal tap last week to rule out meningitis?  Doc was worried that I had fungal meningitis, lucky for me it's only viral.  I had serious problems after my spinal tap and had to go to the hospital twice for blood patches in my spine.  I had the most horrible headaches imaginable while sitting or standing following the spinal tap.  I wasn't in a good place, but in a way I'm glad they found something, hate to think I went through that horror for nothing.

    The only way to monitor meningitis is with spinal fluid but there is no fucking way I will go through that again.  If I knew I didn't have to worry about the after effects, then it would not be so bad, but that just will not be true.  I always have to be a special case don't I?

    I have my prescription for Atripla now too, so I'll probably start taking HIV meds this weekend too.  Joy.

    I hope you all have a nice weekend, I'll struggle to do the same.  Oh, I
    have to bury my dog this weekend too.  I'm almost fucking sad and pathetic enough to inspire
    a country western song...almost.

    BE WELL.

  • Johnny Depp, HIV Meds & Mammograms

    Well the state of WI is in a BIG Frenzy today because Johnny Depp is going to BE here shooting his new movie.
    People are so gosh darn silly! Camping out for the weekend hoping to
    catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp. I'm not sure how they feel their lives
    are going to change or BE improved if they do see him, but hey...I
    guess his coming here is good for the local economy anyway. However, I
    will not BE one of those peeps crammed into that tiny town hoping to
    catch a glimpse of Johnny Depp, even though it is only 12 miles away.
    I'll just wait for Johnny to stop in for a visit and I will make him a
    pie!
    Tongue out 


    It has been a crappy weekend for me, I've been so tired and nauseous. I
    never left the house and slept most of the weekend away. I had a
    stressful week with medical crap and I just do not handle stress well
    at all anymore. It takes it's toll quick. First off, my bloodwork came
    back consistent with my T-cells at 215. So my HIV doc is insisting on
    prescribing meds now, Atripla to BE exact. I have done well by myself
    since learning of my HIV status in 1996 and being infected since 86-88.
    20+ years of HIV infection and no meds but...my body is wearing out now
    and I AM so very tired. You can see it in my face, a fact I hoped I
    only imagined, but my doctor sees it too. He is a good doctor and I
    feel he really does care about me. He has never been a pill pusher and
    has always respected my choices. Now I must respect his expert opinion
    and I cannot lie... I'm scared.

    My
    body is very sensitive to chemicals and I avoid them as much as
    possible. If there is a natural way to combat an illness or infection I
    always use it rather than to run to the doctor. I guess I have run out
    of options now with this HIV and I do not have a death wish so....

    I
    also had a lot of stress with my first mammogram, which was done last
    week. I got a letter in the mail that there are some areas of concern
    but not to worry, they just want more pics. NOT TO WORRY!?!?!?
    I tried hard not to worry but none of the women I talked to got a
    letter like that in the mail so... Needless to say, I went back for
    more pics and more pics, then sitting around waiting and then even more
    pics! Then a nurse came and asked me the name of my doctor while I was
    waiting...WHY? Oh then the pics were not enough so
    then I had to go and have an ultra-sound of my tits. By now I AM pretty
    numb and fighting my imagination that really wanted to visit dark
    places.

    Finally, the radiologist,
    Dr. Walton, came in the room and told me what was going on, a lot of
    which just went over my head. Basically he told me he "thinks"
    I AM in the clear however, I need to reschedule another mammogram for 6
    months to make sure. It all seems like a bad dream or some sick joke. I
    ALWAYS said that I need not worry about breast cancer because I AM just
    about as flat chested as they come. I know, I know that does not matter
    but hey...It's my fantasy world so leave me to my delusions, ok?


    The lymph nodes in my neck have been on overdrive for the past week and
    hurt like the dickens. They have been swollen for years and I AM used
    to them BEing like that, however they are super swollen now and just
    aching and throbbing. HATE IT! They make me feel like a sick monster
    and I have thought of cutting them out more than once!


    Thursday I see my HIV doc again and he is going to write me the
    prescription for Atripla then. It makes me want to cry. I can't help
    but feel like a failure. Like I didn't do enough, there are so many
    ways I could work on improving my health. I still smoke and eat crap on
    occasion. I beat myself up and I know better but still... I'm just in a
    fog now and wish I could just fly away deep into the jungle and sing
    like a lovely bird high up in the canopy of a rainforest tree.


    I know thousands of people take HIV meds and do just fine but all I can
    think of is side effects and toxicity. Outrageous costs and insurance
    woes, and the need to maintain strict adherence to taking my meds every
    day. I AM one of the most inconsistent persons I know when it comes to
    most anything. Some days I go to bed at 9pm, other days I AM up until 4
    am so... how will I manage? What if I don't? What if, what if, what
    if....???? I make myself crazy with all these imaginings and there is
    nobody in my immediate vicinity that understands such things. I AM the
    token HIV+ person in the lives of my family and friends so their
    perception of HIV+ is a good one, but they do not know all the stuff
    that goes on in my head either. I PUT ON A GOOD SHOW and do not try to
    show any fear or concern around them but inside, inside I AM scared
    shitless!  I have so many friends that have already succumb to this
    disease and others who are struggling to stay well or at least stay
    alive. It leaves me crying more often than not and I feel so utterly
    helpless. I tried talking about my fears and my concerns about my sick
    friends with a in the flesh friend. He suggested that perhaps I should
    stop making friends with sick people. hmmm.... he might just have
    something there!

    Well I guess I
    have rambled on enough. I plan to start Atripla next weekend so I can
    have 2 days of meds before Monday rolls around and I have to go back to
    work. Don't BE surprised if I blog about every imaginary fear and
    symptom in the book. I can really let my imagination get the best of me
    sometimes, something I AM at least conscious of but by no means in
    control of. I AM much better at helping others than I AM at helping
    myself. I just don't LISTEN!!!

    Prayer will ALWAYS BE my most powerful weapon and it's a POWERFUL ONE INDEED!

    BE WELL. BE WELL


    P.S. I did get my goal of starting my seeds done this weekend anyway.
    Yes, I waited until a few minutes before midnight on Sunday night to do
    it, but I DID it and soon there will be little sprouts reaching towards
    the sun. Soon Spring will have sprung and I will BE in my element then.
    Digging in the dirt, basking in the sun and allowing visions of sugar
    plum fairies dance in my head. Kiss

    P.S.S. I just got off the phone with Moraine Park and they booked a 4 hour henna gig for $400 so yippeee, things are starting to turn out good for ME after all!!!!

  • Elvis Has Left The Building!

    My fish Elvis decided to jump ship last night.  I put him in a small glass so I could clean his tank out yesterday.  I didn't get around to finishing my task yesterday, but I planned to today.  Too Late!  I found Elvis laying on the counter all dried up and dead this morning.  Fish BRAIN!


    They say bad things happen in threes.  That is enough for me now.  So far 2008 has been less than great but I'm surprisingly jovial about everything.  I've been through worse and I'm sure I will again, so I'm going to save the tears for yesteryears and things not yet known.  I just want to dance.


    It's a blizzard outside today.  Hip Hip Hooray!


    BE WELL.





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    AIDS DAY 

    The doctor informed me that I have AIDS today. 
    What more is there to say?  
    Of course they'll need more blood to confirm 
    that I've finally succumb to this nasty germ. 
    I've had a really good run 
    and I've had heaps of fun 
    despite 20 years with this disease. 
    Now I'll need the doctor's expertise 
    and a bunch of toxic drugs 
    to kill the ruthless bugs 
    Roaming inside of me. 
    Fucking HIV. 

    You couldn't tell to look at me 
    that I have the HIV 
    to the fucking max. 
    I don't have railroad tracks. 
    My face is full and bright 
    I haven't succumb to blight. 
    I never even stripped on a pole. 
    I'm just a simple, girly soul 
    who had unprotected sex at the wrong times. 
    There are worse crimes. 
    Ironic the way things turn out. 
    And no, I'm not going to pout. 
    So what, I'm just a statistic. 
    Nothing realistic. 
    Just a faceless tally. 
    Ready to visit Death Valley. 

    Hope still lingers around 
    unlike the unforgiving ground, 
    Where I'm headed to next. 
    Because of unprotected sex. 
    It was fun while it lasted 
    and I have outlasted 
    a lot of my friends 
    who met bitter ends 
    and are dust in the breeze 
    cuz' of this disease. 
    I still have a few tricks up my sleeve 
    before I leave 
    so don't you fret, 
    I ain't ready to be dead yet. 
    But if you don't mind, 
    I'm going to see if I can find 
    something to hit 
    and pitch a bloody fit. 
    I may even cry. 
    It's my right. 
    Good night.

  • Good Bye Mombo

    Mombo Java
    June 17, 1995- January 22, 2008


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    You suffered much too long Mombo.  Much too long.  I'm sorry for that.  You were such a good boy.  Such a good boy.  Such a good boy.  You went so quiet.  So soft.  One small needle stick.  One last breath.  Then gone.  Peace.  Quiet.  Finally now, the rest I promised you.


    I decorated you with beads and doused you in oils, burned incense at your head.  You left like a King.  You knew you were loved.


    Oh Honey.  It hurts so bad but I'm so glad you suffer no more.  Franny Banany and Lady have you now.  You're free.


    Thank you for being my very, very, very best friend Mombo.  I loved you more than I could ever, ever love anything again. 


    Life will never BE the same without you.


    Good Bye Mombo.  Good Bye.

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.