Question 1- why do some computers know what
Helvetica is and some don’t?
So on the day of discharge I met with the
psychiatrist twice- this unit I think is more of an observation/EPS type
unit. The docs see how you mingle with
the other people, your behavior, eating, etc.- then when they feel youre ready
or whatever they meet with you face to face.
Lets be real- that’s incredibly efficient and being that there aren’t that
many true psychjiatrists these days and how many of us crazies thjere are- lets
just say this lady saw staright through me.
It was fantastic. She brought up
my emotional breakdown/or breakthrough the day before and noted how heartfelt
it was on her end. I’m crying now as I write
this- she spoke to being a young doctor in the city and trying to complete
medicine residency during the brunt of the HIV/AIDS fiasco. Can you imagine being turned away not because
of inability to pay but because of your HIV status. Then, not being able to go home- because you
landlord evicted you because of your status? She was fantastic- she met with me
again… making sure I was hydrated, had a taxi waiting, and made sure I had
lunch before I departed. In the hot mess
that followed related to my eye I don’t think I ever sent a thank you
card. Ugh!
Just like my Katrina story and the KKK being a
firsthand conversation in addition to a few others, I’ve been privileged enough to have a few
about the HIV/AIDS mess before laws were created to prevent such acts. I think to how cold it gets here- and I’m not
even in the city. I would go but I don’t
have the courage as I might actually die since I hear it’s too cold to sleep
directly on the pavement. Earlier I said
out loud to my library friend that having relatives that don’t want you in
their lives because of who you are is so much harder to deal with then having a
relative that’s deceased and did. I got
a few looks- that were all like ‘OMG that’s so true.’
I love AHF- Aids Healthcare Foundation. They literally saved my life when I was
diagnosed. They literally spoon fed my
way to getting insurance, medication, and government support. I thank God for
their grassroots organization that went from being coffee can donations in
churches to a Billion dollar non-profit.
They were there to help people have dignity as they took their last
breathes on the streets to now helping me take my first breathes as a gay man
living with HIV. Ha- its ended up being
full blown aids with later testing- thank good ness I didn’t infect anyone.
This may be too much(but I’m a little bit too
much)- but a friend was trying, and I mean trying to have me dick him down one
night. I was so upset, and lost, and uneasy
that I couldn’t even get hard. I was
like I can’t- almost in tears…. And told him what all was going on. He was like omg- I know what you’re going through,
but it’s so not a big deal. He was like
I know what will make you feel better… thank goodness we are both verse… and I
felt phenomenal afterwards. Walking side
to side like a.g. sings about.
Thank goodness- cause then the onslaught on me
posting my status on facebook ensued!
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