Living with HIV often means having to go without things – you gradually learn to live with it (HIV) and without it if we are talking about love! But do you have to?
I know many positive people who have found love – in fact some actually thank HIV for leading them to their new positive partner albeit by way of an internet dating site.
As it is hard enough to find a meaningful relationship in this day and age, whether you are positive or not, a positive dating site has to be a good thing, doesn’t it? At least the messy business of disclosure is taken care of before you even start. Remember the old saying nothing ventured nothing gained - and at least you know you can’t get HIV because you’ve already got it!!
Sorry I have been absent of late, I have been battling a major germ. Germ warfare - me against it!
The first day I came down with it I don’t remember a thing, only being comatose and sandwiched between two dogs, Lady Doodles and her best friend Ebony, guarding me until nightfall like a pair of bookends till my son got back from work.
“Acute bronchitis,” pronounced the doc and prescribed anti biotics and steroids. He got quite cross when I made him check on his computer to make sure they didn’t clash with the HIV meds. Also when I said didn’t want his pesky steroids. Well, unless they are HIV specialist doctors they don’t always know the facts do they and we pozzers have be careful and look out for ourselves.
What a horrible germ it was, coughing till you were sick and constantly blowing one’s hooter. Luckily, in the name of economy, I’d bought an industrial size stack of kitchen rolls at a very reduced price. There are so many of them they have practically taken over the entire house and will probably outlive me at this rate, at least as far as this bloody germ is concerned! But what I didn’t realise when I bought them was that the paper wasn’t serrated (that’s probably why it was so cheap) so you have to tear it off manually in jagged ragged bits. This way it will last even longer!
Even after constant hooter blowing 24 hours a day for two weeks I still have rolls and rolls of it left. I will never, at my age, be able to use it all up!
If I go before it, I have given instructions to my nearest and dearest for it to be rolled out at my funeral by Lady Doodles like the Andrex advert – the last roll call!
Anyway, one good thing has come out of all this, I have finally given up smoking and I feel much healthier, so maybe I will outlive the kitchen roll after all!
Some days it's just that bit harder to get from one side to the other
Happy Valentine's Day Hiviners
Where would we be without our tea especially up here in Lancashire where a nice cup of tea is the answer to all life’s problems - if only it were that simple. Would you like a brew, a cuppa, a win on the lottery, a cure for HIV? I’ll put the kettle on.
Well, although it won’t cure HIV my tea making has taken on a whole new dimension since I was bought a singing kettle for Xmas. Its bright pillar box red, squats fatly on the gas hob and it looks very jolly, but when it bursts into song it makes me jump out of my skin and nearly frightens me to death. It sounds more like someone is strangling the cat than singing – or rather like me when I suddenly burst into song, not that I’ve had much cause to sing of late. It’s been a bit of a gloomy month, the infamously dark depressing suicidal January.
In order to cheer myself up I embarked on one of my new year’s resolutions, which was to go back to Tai Chi – it’s been a while since I stood around impersonating a ninja turtle! Tai Chi is noted for raising the immune system so it’s brilliant for people with HIV.
I decided to try a new ‘master’ who taught a different method. I do like my Tai Chi to feel a bit mystical, and try to imagine myself on a Chinese mountaintop or that I’m a performing in cirque soleil. But that was hard to do in a dingy room over a fireplace shop with steamed up mirrors and an industrial gas fire blazing dragon tongues of flame.
On top of that the teacher was an old Lancashire geezer with a stinking cold and a broad Lancashire accent, whose pronunciation of the different moves made them even harder to interpret. Grasp Sparrow's tail was comprehensible as was White Crane spreads its Wings and Pushing Hands – as long as I pushed them in the right direction. But Embrace tut Tiger then Return tut Mountain and Step Back and Repulse tut Monkey had me all over the place - as did Jade Lady Works at Shuttles. Pie Lady Works at Gregs might have been more applicable.
As for Golden Cock Stands on One Leg – well, say no more! No, that particular form of Tai Chi was not for me. And as for my singing kettle unless it cheers up and changes its tune, it will have to go.
Tai Chi Ibiza style featuring Mrs T singing 'A Nice Cup of Tea'