Adding to the fact that I got hit by a car in November and my left side doesn't work too good. So now I'm an unemployed cripple with HIV. I was kinda riding high on how easy everything was, and how awesome everything was, and then it went away all at once. My only reprieve is that I've got a Tuesday-Sunday weekend to look forward to.
It took me by surprise, too. I was doing my every-three-month checkup just because it was three months since the last time I'd been tested. I could remind myself all I wanted that it's not a death sentence (the virus in and of itself isn't that bad as long as you stay away from infections) and that I've got insurance (lol, not no more), but it's getting really tiring.
Learn from me. Condoms aren't enough to prevent transmission. Unless you're cool with possibly contracting it, don't sleep with people who aren't 100% positive they're clean.
This is totally none of your business and I shouldn't even be posting this here. I should be talking to friends I can confide in and I know a couple of you have me on Facebook. But whatever, people aren't generally a******s who would post stuff on my Facebook wall just so they have the satisfaction of knowing my friends and loved ones are unduly scared for me.
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