Normally I'd think that a doctors visit unblog-worthy but it's so seldom that I go and this was such a pleasant experience I can't help it.
In spite of the fact that I had to wait really long before I saw the doctor, it was one of the best visits I've ever had! As soon as I walked into the waiting room I saw fellow queers, lots of anti-retroviral schwag, and pamphlets for the upcoming AIDS Arms Life Walk here in Dallas (Donate to my Life Walk fund here). Now, I don't want to be perceived as a ghettoized queer, but I have to admit I felt a lot more comfortable knowing that the physicians at this office were used to caring for gay men. Sure, a doctor is supposed to be unbiased and provide care regardless of the sexual orientation of their patients but with a doctor that is not used to treating gay men I'll always wonder, in the back of my mind, if the care is different because how he/she might feel about my sexual orientation. Sadly, this is the world we live in.
The only moment of discomfort came when one of the receptionists came out and asked me if I was from Massachusetts. I immediately thought, "Oh crap, my insurance is all screwed up and in the system my name is Johnny Tremain and I'm from Massachusetts. Turns out he was just asking because the first three digits of my social are rare in Texas as there aren't many east coast natives here, "for reasons which are known" by all of us.
So, I get called back and the nurse (Most of the staff was male, more comfort points there too. It was one of those moments of clarity where I realized why some women would rather see female gynecologist) takes my temp, 100.3 F. Waaa hoo! I'm sure it was higher on Tuesday but I don't have a thermometer at home. After triage I was waiting in the observation room for quite a while, my patience was wearing thin, and just when I'm about to open the door and say, "Hello did you forget about me?" the doctor walks in. In hindsight I saw why it took so long. The man takes his time and I appreciated it so much! The last couple of times I've been to a doctor I felt like I was taking a speed drill in elementary school, frantically trying to remember and vocalize every symptom I could before the timer ran out, only to be pushed out the door with a stack of papers with check marks on them and an illegible prescription for something that will fix one problem but may or may not cause anal leakage.
Since it was my first visit he asked a lot of questions about my family's and my own medical history. Again, I was really impressed with the pace at which he was doing this; he was letting me speak and, get this, he was listening. He took my blood pressure which was 110/70, which is really good - go me! Then he did something that I remember as a child because it would tickle so much when Dr. Pang, who I saw as a giant, happy, overgrown duck with a stethoscope but was really just my pediatrician, would do it to me. He did that thing where they massage your abdomen, feeling to see if there was any edema of the organs I guess. I wasn't so tickled this time as I was grossed out because for a moment I was aware of my internal organs as if they were limbs. It's a weird feeling.
At the end of the visit he said he was going to put me on some antibiotics and excused himself to get some samples. Typically, in the past, for me at least I just get a one dose sample but he handed me enough so that I didn't need to get a prescription filled. Free drugs! Swoon! I was so happy with the care I got that I scheduled myself for a physical in October. On the way out the receptionists who asked me about my social handed me a bite-sized Butterfinger and said "That's for you having to wait so long." I hate Butterfingers but the thought makes a huge difference to me. I wanted to hug that wiry old queen but that would have smashed the pack of Kools in the front pocket of his scrubs and that could have caused some drama.
The doctor said the antibiotics were strong and I hope he's right. This is getting really old and I'm cranky because I can't go to the gym.
Just yesterday I was telling a coworker about how I seldom get sick and that when our new insurance goes into affect in October I'll be opting for the cheapest plan. I should've knocked on wood then.
When I was getting sick last night I thought I had poisoned myself with paraformaldehyde that I was handling earlier in the day at work. On the MSDS (Material Safety Data Sheets) the symptoms were different from mine. I don't think you can develop throat cancer in a matter of hours. I chalked it up to allergies, took a Claritin and hoped for the best.
The morning was horrid. Every joint in my body hurt when I moved. I emailed in sick and went to sleep hoping to wake up refreshed. Wrong. Things went downhill, I could tell I had a fever, I had chills, was dizzy as hell, and I hacked up yellow phlegm (repeat after me class, "Infection."). Totally knocked on my ass.
I called my insurance to try and find a doctor and I was told to leave a message and someone would call me back ( I see now why everyone is displeased with them). I would have none of that. Then I called a number for the hospital I work for and the guy on the line was so helpful, he even tried to get me into see a doctor today. He couldn't swing that but he he got me in tomorrow at 1:45pm which, in the US is analogous to seeing a doctor instantly after feeling like you're sick.
Things I absorbed from the TV while sick:
Greenland has amazing biodiversity.
My new favorite animal is the Musk Ox. I think they're super cute and cuddly looking.
Many reindeer calves fall ill to infection in the wild in Greenland. The infection is so bad that their fevers literally cook their brains. I wondered if my brain was cooking.
Trial by stone needs to be introduced into our republic as a way of solving partisan disputes.
There's an empty entry spot in Wikipedia for Trial By Stone, someone needs to write a blurb about it - we would all benefit.
Augra totally captures the enormity of the universe when she says "Suns, moons, stars...Yes, the angle of eternity."
Soaps are worse in HD.
On a closing note I want to say how awesome Brad is as a nurse. He came home from work not a moment too late with some Advil - I was burning up. Odd thing is I didn't feel it, it was 83 in the house but I was shivering under a blanket. On top of that he made me sliced banana with nutella on crackers, went out to the store to get me soup, shrimp cocktail, and vitamin water! He's a keeper!
It came to our attention today that our neighbors two doors down, whom we call The Stepford Fags (Seriously, we've never seen them in anything but pressed shirts and slacks except when they wear their crisp white country club tennis costumes on Saturday mornings), tried to use HOA (homeowners association) money to make improvements on their individual unit. Shit like that makes me so mad, it's just outright stealing. Luckily our HOA management company raised an eyebrow to the request, which was made by their real estate agent (cute way of distancing yourself in case you get caught, real cute and very Rovian of you), and alerted our HOA president. Apparently they thought that it was the shared responsibility of the community to pay for their patio to be ripped up and resurfaced with slate tile and to have some drywall fixed as well.
I'm already a frigid bitch when I cross paths with these two. I do not like them! Last year they tried to get the community to resurface our courtyard with slate tile. They work in interior design and Brad and I think they were going to get a commission from the slate if we went with it. Luckily, I think others had the same suspicion and we went with brick from another supplier instead. My distaste for these two doesn't end there. They reek of bourgeoisie log-cabin republican and leave a trail of stink, that can be smelled outdoors, from their cologne. The next time I see them It's going to take all I have to be civil.
What I need is Maude to come and kick their asses.
Over 1 million Americans are currently living with HIV/AIDS, 20,000 live in Dallas. Whether it be for lack of finances or because they are abandoned by family and friends, many people do not have the resources to manage a life living with HIV/AIDS. AIDS Arms Inc is a non profit organization based in Dallas whose purpose is to assist individuals in accessing healthcare, resources, and support necessary to successfully manage the challenges of living with HIV/AIDS.
When I was 13 my older brother, Douglas, told me he had HIV. He was living with my parents and I for a year and a half before he lost his battle with HIV at the age of 31. I saw first hand what it was like to live with the disease. Fortunately, my brother had his family with him through his life with HIV to help him and make him as comfortable as possible, others are not so fortunate. I am doing this walk so that those who do not have comfort and support have the resources available to acquire it. No one should have to walk alone in those shoes.
Since it's inception the AIDS Arms Life Walk has raised more than $7 Million for AIDS services in Dallas and the Life Walk is key in continuing this level of support. This year I started a team for the walk at my institute, where we do research on producing an HIV vaccine. At my institute people are working every day looking at nucleic acid sequences, protein structures, and cellular processes in response to HIV infection. Even so, we do not forget while working in the minutia of our research that 39 million people worldwide are waiting for a breakthrough. However, people need immediate help and until a breakthrough is made in the lab charities like AIDS Arms are essential for those living with HIV/AIDS.
I would like to ask for your support in my efforts to raise money for this year's AIDS Arms Life Walk to benefit AIDS Arms Inc. You can make a donation to our team at my donation website at http://firstgiving.com/thisboyelroy.
Your support would be greatly appreciated by me, by AIDS Arms Inc., and most importantly, by the people who depend on AIDS Arms to manage a life living with HIV/AIDS. For more information on HIV/AIDS, how and where you can get tested, and statistics on the global pandemic visit KnowHIVAIDS.org. Protect yourself. Get tested.
"You must be the change you want to see in the world." -Gandhi
To my delight I discovered that someone has posted several episodes of He-Man on YouTube. Last night I watched, "The Diamond Ray of Disappearance." It was nothing short of awesome.
When I was a child I lived, breathed, was everything He-Man (bed sheets, underwear, and all). I had the sword. It went with me everywhere; I sat with it at the dinner table; I slept with it in bed. I had the power.
I totally forgot about the life lessons at the end of every He-Man episode; I think they're great!
Here's 14 Life Lessons from He-Man:
Not only is He-Man a total muscle stud, he's got morals too! Swoon!
This one doesn't have it but there's one where they talk about the Magna Carta; how it's a wonderful document because it was one of the first steps in creating equality for all, and how the only way civilization can truly advance is if everyone works together. Imagine that!