My Dad The Anal Bazooka!

For My Dad....The Greatest Farter in the Universe!


What a weekend eh! Just a little overwhelming in a strange, emotional kind of way.....but what a weekend to remember:)
Not only did I get to meet several wonderful forum members over at Covent Garden on Saturday but on Sunday I got the chance to meet the equally wonderful Annibee who you may have met over on the forum. She just recently arrived back from New York to her homeland that is England and who has just finished her tx last month. She would have been with us at Covent Garden if her friends wedding hadn't prevented her. She is a breath of fresh air and always so busy and full of life. And she looks so well too and is very well I might add. She is a wonderful person to be with. Her recovery since coming to the end of her tx was fast and obvious for all too see.

And this week too (so far) has had it's fair share of emotions. Yesterday I was due up (& duly attended) at the Royal Free Hospital for my 6 monthly combined HIV/HCV clinic. I hadn't even thought about it's impending arrival on the calendar because I have been so healthy and well and also busy with meeting so many new people from the forum etc, I had completely forgotten about what the apponitment I kept seeing glances of on the calendar was for. But as it turns out my HIV is still hiding away somewhere behind the 3rd & half of my 4th rib on my right side. My drugs are working and they were very pleased with my progress! And utterly amazed at just how well I am doing on my Interferon tx. I was quite happy during the train ride back home. Although really in the back of my mind somewhere I new I was alright.
And today also was quite an emotional day. I popped up to see my upstairs neighbour (hi Debs;) this afternoon for a coffee and some very tasty mince pies and well basically I told her all about myself, not for any reason in particular. I new she would understand as she is one of the kindest, friendly, warm and welcoming people I have ever met! And her husband too! I was feeling like I was hiding something and because it is such a massive part of my life and when we chat and have coffee and when I have been invited up for dinner I felt like a fraud and a cheat somehow. I can't really explain why I felt like I wanted to tell her. I just thought it silly of me keeping it a secret.

But I don't think that the rest of my week will be as wonderful as the weekend and the first half of this week! You may remember I had some dental work done last month. Well tomorrow is the day I have to go there again for the other side of my mouth to be done. I only hope it goes as well as last months! Oh well. whatever happens it will be all healed and more importantly pain free before Christmas dinner;) I shall tell you all about it in another post in a day or two. I HATE DENTISTS!!!

So in between all that I went cycling on Monday eveing and got covered in muddy rain spots from numerous puddles that dot Bushy Park and the tow-path along the Thames........basically my number 2 local figure of 8 route (number 1 being Richmond Park) I do that comprises The Palace in Hampton, Kingston bridge, Teddington Lock and then back home. Tonights ride was much better wet wise. But the wind!!! I had trouble even moving at some points! But then at others I was even helped along by the wind. One minute you can hear the wind blasting by your ears and nothing else and the next you could hear a pin drop when the wind catches you up. The speed you can get in these little pockets are phenomenal. Just the hum, hum, hum of the tyres gently crushing the gravel track as you pedal away and even the chain passing over the tiny rear cogs on the rear derailleur can be heard, meaning a little oil is needed for the next ride.
It is my Dads 66th Birthday today also. I went to visit him and we played Tiger Woods golf on the PS2 and needless to say I beat him;) In 18 holes I got 13 Birdies, 4 Eagles and 1 hole in one:) And $300,000 to boot:) He alright in small doses and can be very funny at times, but I do miss the way he was when my Sisters were younger.

Happy Birthday Dad:) I hope you like the photo. I took it where the kids go skateboarding down by the South Bank the other week.

Jasonxx





(C) JPT 2006

Alone but not Lonely

Twickenham Riverside Flood last Friday.

"The Sound of a Quiet Man"

Darkness pressing down,
light where one needs it,
cold,
wet,
half submerged,
calm,
half exposed,
still,
un-purged,
red with pain,
red with anger,
red with blood,
red with danger,
filth seeps in,
through holes in it's skin,
settling silt,
damage done,
permanent,
abandoned.
This is why you come?
To look, to stare,
To point.......don't care.
Alone but not lonely........................not alone....still bare!


Jason





(C) JPT 2006

London The Great!

"Hey! You're Ron Metcalfe the Hep C Forum inventor aren't you?"



We thought.....
We planned.....
We worried.....
We were excited.....
We were apprehensive.....
We went.....
..... & We pulled it off!

I was hoping for a good day.
As it happened, it turned out to be bloody Great!

And what a day it turned out to be. I alone had some small doubts as to wether it could be pulled off. Maybe we would find it impossible to find anywhere suitable for a venue. Or maybe no one would turn up once we did. And that when we did finally decide on a venue would there be anywhere for people to sit? Will it be rainy, windy and miserable? Would we all be happy with the venue and/or eachother for that matter. I mean strange enough things happen sometimes when people meet on the Internet, let alone in real life;)
But not with our forum folks! It went as smoothly as a greased up Christmas Turkey sliding down a water chute soaked in olive oil.

The weather was perfect being a completely sunny day all day long. It was a little nippy though, but I think this made us appreciate any warmth all the more when we came across some.
As I got ready on the morning of my London train ride into Covent Garden my excitement and some nervousness had doubled since the night before. I just never do things like this and it was a strange feeling knowing that I was going to be meeting with a bunch of people that I new only "virtually" from the WWW. I was mostly ready for it and couldn't wait to meet some of the "names" from the Hep C Forum. There was Ron Metcalfe the creator of the Hep C Forum and MartinB who is as you all know one of the most valuble members on the forum for his info, insight and knowledge in all things Hep C. Then there is Martins Wife CarolJB who keeps things in order over on the forum and amongst some more very important moderating Carol deletes all the Britney Speares nude photos sites too! I know, I know.....no one is perfect eh Carol;) But I usually get to them before she has a chance to send them to the great big boob-Cyber-heaven in the sky;)

Covent Garden was and is a fantastic place, especially around Christmas time. As I arrived to the gardens Piazza I made my way slowly around to the meeting place, mostly through large shafts of sunshine and then into shade then sun again, then winding my way through a small amount of tourists and locals that make this place what it is. There were people carrying crates of food and merchandise to their places of business, shops and cafes, markets and pubs. Others were wearing dirty jeans and steel toe capped boots covered in cement dust no doubt going to the London Transport Museum to help with its massive referbishment.
After carefully making my way over the cobbled piazza of the garden (I had forgotten just how big these cobbles were! looking more like medium loaves of bread made from granite all huddled next to one another in their thousands) I took up my space by the shaded museum and looked around me. I was alone it seemed and the first to arrive. As I waited my eyes were looking this way and that, checking out the people wondering around the place and thought if any of them were part of our gathering. The cafe ("Just Falafs" Where we would eventually spend the first leg of our meet) was just across the cobbles from where I was and the tables and chairs were all completely empty and the cafes staff were still opening up and putting out some Christmas lights around the perimeter of their little section of the square. To my left a Chinese man was setting up his speakers, amps and microphone for his stint as a Covent Garden street performer. The Sun was shining low in the sky and was gently filling a small section of the square with a little warmth and I moved slightly to bask in the Suns very last rays until next Summer most probably.
To the right of the cafe was a giant white dome covered in snow with a Mini Cooper car poking out of the front of it. It too was covered in fake snow and as with real snow on non-competition prize cars it had the words 'also available in red' written with someones fingers across one of the body panels. And between the white dome and the cafe some people were dragging out a rather large amount of clear plastic stuff and started to fill it with air from a generator.
Then I spotted a couple walk across in front of me towards the Asian performer and then back again. The woman was speaking to the man she was with and I instantly recognized her voice as being CarolJB's from the forum. I had spoken to her in the week very briefly whilst she was at the Ipswich meeting. I approached them and said 'Carol?'.

This was the very beginning of the London Gathering and first contact had been made:)

We introduced ourselves and as I shook Martin's hand I was sure I could smell Cornish Pasties in the air;) And as we stood there on the cobbles was the instant that I realized just what lovely and funny people that Carol & Martin are!
Inbetween Martin sparking up his little roll-ups, the clear plastic stuff eventually becoming a giant air filled bubble which Santa Claus would make his grotto for the afternoon and Carol checking her list of possible member attendant's, more members turned up and soon we were a rather modest bunch of Heppers, Non-heppers and ex-heppers alike. I can't remember who was first to arrive after C & M. Yes I can, it was Guy, Minerva and her daughter Amy. Guy was ringing me on his mobile asking me where I was.......at the same time I could see him just yards away talking to me:) Also I had already met with Guy & Minerva a few weeks back and again they proved to be such wonderful, caring and very friendly people:) Ron Metcalfe and his Wife Carol were next to arrive. It was certainly a great feeling shaking his hand! I didn't say anything, but I was thinking about all the good that he has done inventing the Hep C Forum.
Then in no particular order the other members arrived one by one including Wolfie (CitizenSmith), Carmen and her daughter Elsa arrived on their bikes from Battersea. You have to admire anyone who cycles in Central London on a push bike! (Hark at me, who cycles up and down the steepest of hills on my own and in the middle of nowhere;). Then Marie arrived with her butterfly dangly thing hanging from her phone camera taking photos all the while, which prompted everyone else to take pics too. Tonelsh arrived with his motorcycle crash helmet. Simon & Brix arrived too (I think Brix came all the way over from Europe just for the meeting......Amazing!). and we all went to the cafe just across the cobbles. We soon rearranged the tables and chairs into an L shape and were no doubt being watched by the staff of the cafe as we kind of made that section of Piazza our own:) Coffees and hot chocolates were bought and consumed, loads of photos were taken and tons of conversation was had by all. Dripping noses from the cold and spilt coffee from wobbly tables, snuck in Tunnocks Tea cakes by Guy that were very quickly snapped up and digested:) The heat from the stand up heating thingys was strong, but only for the ones right underneath them. Then eventually we decided to move along as the manager of the cafe seemed to be trying his best to put all the tables into their original positions. Plus we needed somewhere a little warmer.
Across from where we were at the cafe, through the inside of the main hall were more cafes and places to eat and drink. We joined a queue for some food in a place called "Pontis". Here we managed to find a whole length of table where we enjoyed some hot food, more coffee, orange juice and more importantly more conversation:) The surrounding area was packed with tourists and performers and made the whole atmosphere very Christmasy. I wish we were all still there right now. We all kept swapping seats so we could all talk to eachother in turn. It was such a great atmosphere! We all had so much to talk about and in so little time. It was fast but fantastic:)
As Martin said to me earlier on, 'It's great that people from completely different backgrounds and who would not normally meet under any other circustances can come together like this'. I agree totally. Hep C does infact have it's good sides.

So after all the wonderful talk, humour, warmth and getting to know one another it was coming to an end! So we all had to say our goodbyes and with great reluctance we did! The time that we all spent with eachother together was nowhere near long enough! A whole weekend in a country hotel would have been perfect! Now there is a thought;) As I said, people began to leave (reluctantly) for thier homes and maybe some Christmas shopping. Some went on to China Town too. I was up for that but new the instant I started to walk that I would never be able to make it! My poor ankle (despite a massive 3000iu of factor VIII before I left home that morning, my ankle joint was screaming for some more! Covent Garden Station was closed because of the sheer weight of people and I had to walk to Leicester Square Station just a quarter of a mile away. You can see the Underground sign for it from Covent Garden station but to me it looked like a whole marathon away. I needed my bike at this stage but nothing was going to stop my ankle from swelling up except a quick visit to the nearest blood transfusion facility, ie my flat in Teddington.
I left the Boss and her husband, Guy, Minerva & Amy et al and went home. I hobbled to the worm like trains underneath the City, got in one and then on to Waterloo and caught the fast train back to Twickenham hoping I would make it back to my car by the station before my ankle said 'enough is enough, I ain't carrying you no more boy!' (I did.....Just!)
My train journey was a strange one! I sat down breathing a sigh of relief and all I could hear was the throbbing pain buliding up deep inside my right ankle! I took out my i-pod and tried to drown out the pain with some tunes. This is where I began to feel a little down & emotional about the whole thing. I had a great time.....sorry, a F*****g wonderful time and now I was going home in pain and far too bloody early!!! I wanted to stay with those guys just for a litlle while longer. But as it has always been the case, my life is cut short in various ways and prevents me from being a "normal" person. But it didn't stop me from trying!
My only regret is I didn't take too many photos as I was far to busy with my new friends. But you can see the photos that Ron & I took here; http://www.flickr.com/photos/22809374@N00/ If you took any photos, by all means upload them to the same gallery as this one.
I have just learned that Topcat590 was there but missed us all. I am so sorry we didn't get to meet TC. Next time I will give you my number.
Plus to any others who didn't or couldn't make it (inc Ivani who was unable to come as her Son was in hospital, but all is fine now), maybe next time eh. You were certainly in our thoughts. All of you! Including our overseas members too.

Jason




(C) JPT 2006

Forty-two? "That's it. That's all there is."

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have (apart from his Factor VIII, HIV drugs & Interferon/Ribavirin cocktail that is). Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush (free of blood mind), face flannel (same here), soap (sans pubes), tin of biscuits (dark chocolate Digestives), flask (made by Nasa), compass (prefrably one that has North on it), map (free of snail stowaways), ball of string (Larger than a rolled up bogey & smaller than Jupiter), gnat spray (scent free), wet weather gear (it will be raining!), space suit (holes repaired) etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.


'You know, I've always felt that there was something fundamentally wrong with the Universe'.

But that hasn't stopped me from walking to my fridge (it's cold in there) just now and fetching my 42nd Interferon injection from the right hand side fruit & vegetable drawer at the bottom. No fruit or veg have ever been in there I might add (ok! Maybe a grape or two). Just a well needed & appreciated conveyor belt of Factor VIII, Ritonavir HIV capsules and a steady supply of my 'Interfering Interferon Virus Slaying Maniacs".
Although the time right now is 23:44 here in London, when I eventually post this it will be tomorrow when I have found a suitable photo to go with it from my vast library of snaps. But I can assure you that I have just done my 42nd jab and like all the rest (I am now sounding like a broken record) went in like all the others before it. I completely & utterly expect to feel the same as I always do in the next 7 days. Is there anything in that little syringe or have I been injecting little tiny amounts of water into my soft skin? Because it feels like it.
I remember on the odd occasion during an injection of Factor VIII into my vein and sometimes.....just sometimes the needle would go straight through the vein and all of a sudden there would be a big lump where the needle went in, a small amount of Factor VIII just sitting there in my flesh not having anywhere to go! And the F*****g pain too!!! OUCH!!! Sting with a capital S!!! Just 2ml or maybe as much as 5ml at the most depending how fast or slow I was pushing the stuff in would be bulging out at me to STOP PUSHING!! The bulge would go down eventually, but I just didn't need that sort of thing happening!
I was in pain probably at the time and it would have definitley effected the way I treated myself. Fortunately these occurances are few and far between. Although just the other day I did it with this new Factor VIII and I noticed this big lump develop and I couldn't feel anything! So maybe my Factor VII is just water too;) They say water is good for you;)

So, that is that, and that means just the 6 injections left.

'Not Life, not the Universe and not Everything'

Just a post is all.

Jason





(C) JPT 2006

A Profound Longing to Time Travel

The Summer of 1971.


This is the reason why, for me anyway, a time machine would be very much appreciated. This one single photo! The little girl is my eldest Sister Samantha and lying on the blanket are my twin Sister Nicola & I. I am on the left as you look at the photo. And the photo was taken (I just asked my Mum) in Marble Hill Park between the ice cream seller and the river Thames. My Mum says that my face is looking right towards the river. A family friend (Janet "Janet & Brian" Whiting) took the photo. It is quite painful to look at it. I haven't actually looked at it that often, not because I haven't had access to it, because I have. I just think that I have been avoiding it as it seems like it never happened. I often wish I could travel back into time and spy on myself & my family. I would probably be arrested if I did manage to go back to various times in the past. Watching children playing in the playground in Kneller Park (The Rec) down my Mums road. Watching her feed me my bottles and changing my shitty nappies. Listening to me cry out in pain as I was picked up and my Mum so worried as to why! I want to go back to that park when the playgrounds were dangerous and not so sterile and "Safe". Oh how I would Love to split my lip open on the solid steel head of the multi-coloured seated rocking horse........And get my leg caught under the narrow gap between the round-about and the dirty, lolly pop stick strewn, Coke can graveyard that was the ground beneath it. And to pleasantly kick little piles of dried, pure white dog shit around the playground would be wonderful.
My big Sis Manf (Samantha) has had the original of the photo above and my Mum had a copy made a few years ago which is hanging inside of her hallway, which I see every week. I have the original for a week so I can scan (which I did) and touch it up. As you can see, the photo really needed backing up. Here you see it in the original condition, before I have done anything to it. I scanned it 3 times with and without fading correction, reduce dust & scratches, backlight, grain correction etc. One of the scans already looks quite good and has really brought the colour back out. I will post it again when I am done.
It is only a polaroid and the fact it has lasted this long is utterly amazing! I am so glad to have it scanned now! It was so Lovely and also very sad to hold and feel the original.
Why? I will tell you. It is the only photograph of me (and my twin Nicola) as a baby (5 months old) and it was taken before I was diagnosed with Haemophilia and before I was given Hepatitis C and then later on HIV. Although it looks quite grotty and faded, cracked and torn........it means everything that is pure and innocent to me. Even my toy spaceship the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars that I still have was played with by an infected little boy. But please don't get me wrong, I Love all my 70's & early 80's Star Wars toys (most of which I still have) and will die with them by my side! They're just as important as everything like this that I still have. I don't hate anything at all "pre-shit happens", I just needed a little of something that was totally pure. I have it now. And I know that the original is safe and well. But I still feel some sadness if I let myself.
Hey! It's only a bloody photograph you twat!
I know, I know.........It is, but a million pounds is only a bloody million pounds!
You can keep the money!
So what I am going to do is try my best to touch it up on photoshop. I'm no expert on photoshop and touching up (I'll leave that to my Dad;) Although looking at it just now, seems like it will be a very dificult task to achieve! I can only do my best. When I have completed it, I shall show you all the difference that I have hopefully made.

Jason




(C) JPT 2006

Hampton Colour Palace

Pick a colour.....Hampton Court Palace, tonight.

Floating around the flat like some kind of other being, checking to see if the bubbles have gone down the plug hole in the kitchen sink after washing up. The bubbles take ages to go away! Every single time! I can't just leave them there! Fresh water and another few minutes and some more have disappeared. The tumble dryer is doing a very grand job of tumbling! And the tv is talking to itself in the far right corner of my living room. And my trusty Mac is keeping my face warm as I write this post for my blog.
My knee is so much better to be unbelievable. I thought I had really done it in last Tuesday! I have been out on my bike twice since Tuesday. Saturday and again tonight. Just a little one.......a little figure of 8 which sees some of Bushy Park and Hampton Court Palace, the Thames and Kingston & it's bridge (twice), then Teddington Lock, the studios and home. God it was windy! I got back just in time before it rained. Hampton Court palace have an ice rink built specially for Christmas and the palace is lit up in alternating coloured flood lights. I choose a perky yellow number with a slight dash of red. Very chic!
Cool blue was also rather nice. There is also an old fashioned merry-go-round there too. The kind with all the pretty horses and unicorns, each one with a different girls name.

That was my bike ride tonight, and before that I went to my friend Lee's to check something with my car. My temperature gauge has been acting funny for months now and just keeps going around very very slowly. Slower than a day hand on a clock. Anyway, I took it to the Saab dealer to fix it and they said it needed a new gauge and would need to order one and would call me back. Well, they never called me back and still haven't some 4 months later! I couldn't be bothered to follow it up, just so long as the car worked I was happy. The car is only 1 year old too. I suggested they unplug the battery supply and see if that fixes it. Oh yes, we done all that sir! They told me.
So today I thought I would try it for myself with Lee (he does all things cars etc) and hey presto......back to bloody normal! All that time without a temp gauge. But as I had the key in the ignition the door half shut and all the doors locked! Shit! I thought. Door wouldn't open obviuosly and even though Lee had a spare key to my flat (mine was inside the car) and my spare car key was in my flat I still panicked for about 4 seconds. While Lee just casually walked around to the boot and opened it, pushed the rear seat forward (fortunately it wasn't locked) and climbed into the car and unlocked it:) This is why Lee is my best friend!
Not only did he do this for me........As we went in for some hot chocolate, he had only gone and made from scratch a whole bloody loaf of bread! All on his own! The smell was to die for and a slice was very much enjoyed:)
He has the week off from his baby Evie this week as my Twin Sister Nicola and her have gone to see my eldest Sister Samantha in Doncaster. My Mum has gone too. Samantha's yougest Son hasn't been very well since he was born about three years ago, she also has a 13 year old severe Haemphiliac too (exactly the same as me but without the viruses).
Her youngest, has had all sorts of tests and things over the years and the docs are finally going to diagnose him officially in the next few weeks. I won't say what might be wrong until I know for sure myself. I just keep my fingers crossed!

Jason




(C) JPT 2006

The Great below

The Thames in Twickenham.



I dreamed in the night, probably more this morning than last night as I don't go to sleep until at least 3am every night. But I was standing above a rather large, brightly lit and very very deep swimming pool which was perfectly square. I was naked but warm and felt quite comfortable. It was dark through the windows that the pool was housed inside. I must have been about 100 feet above the surface of the crystal clear water looking down onto the small square which had other swimmers in already. I wasn't standing on anything solid but almost floating, suspended on some kind of invisible line. Without my wanting I was moving around over the pool in a random series of movements and just new that I had to jump. I was quickly deciding where & when to jump so as to miss the other swimmers, but just then I started to fall anyway! I began to build up speed all the while looking for a good spot to land. I heard the rush of air pass by my ears as my body built up more speed, almost deafening in it's strength, falling and waiting for the impending frozeness of the water as I would inevitably plunge into it. I was also terrified I might hit someone else! The other swimmers were completely unaware of the heavy danger that was about to fall into them. I didn't call out for them to move out of the way thinking that that might make things worse. But on the way down I learned that I could control my direction to a certain degree and land in a safe area. Finally I reached the water and disappeared under! The only thing was that I just kept going down! Deeper and deeper! I could see the surface and millions of tiny air bubble dragged down with me as I looked up and began to swim very hard to try to reach the surface. The water was very cold and clear and I was all alone down here and I could see the bottom approaching and the small square of the surface, swimmers and all when I looked up. All I could think of was wether I had enough air to reach the surface and breathe air again but I kept on falling deeper! I woke just as I started to struggle for breath. From where I was now, looked very similar to what the view had been just seconds earlier when I was standing above the pool. I must have drowned right there in the water!

Jason




(C) JPT 2006

Sorry....Closed!

Unseeing Eyes, London.



The Butcher delivers her pound of flesh,
To the poor woman who carry's this bloody mess.
Little does she know, her meat has gone rotten,
For all the maggots & worms, drops it forgotten.
Out in the hallway, they go and they come,
Not looking, not hearing, not caring......not one.
Dirty boots grind this meat down to dust,
Covering the sole & floor with a bloody rust.
No amount of cleaning to remove this dirt,
With this morbid life of pain & hurt,
Can be long enough to bare this all,
Until The Butcher re-opens for business as usual.

Jason




(C) JPT 2006

41st Injection.......7 more left!

Falling nicely thank you. Brixton, 2004.


Pleasantly falling under my trusty but small parachute. That is the way I have been doing things and that is the way I wanted things to happen. I can't complain, so I won't......besides, I have absolutely nothing to complain about! These Interferon injections are sailing by without so much as a blink or kiss. No scars, no pain and no leaks and maybe no virus either. That will be nice. I'd like some of that on toast.
Maybe there is no bread in the bread bin...........so be it! Next time maybe.

I got another NAM newsletter through the post this morning. NAM (aids treatment update) meaning National Aids Magazine I think? I have been recieving them every month for years and I don't quite know what it stands for! I hardly ever read them either. I check out the index and usually throw them out. I am well so what do I need to know about aids? I don't feel as though I have it, I just know that I do (the important thing) and that I am treating it in the best and strictest way that one can! I am such a stickler for adherence and that is why I am still around maybe. Keep fit and eat healthy, don't smoke and do not drink alcohol! Well just as well I have been doing those things for years. A perfect study case I may be. Perhaps thats why I am finding the Hep C tx so easy going. But overall it isn't easy at times and along with Hep C and Haemophilia things are made more difficult, but I manage somehow.
I shall always have my HIV to deal with if I manage to put the HCV to slaughter! Nearly there, just a few more to go. It may seem that it must be quite easy to keep this HIV tamed so to speak, but one really does need to be very strict with drug regimes etc.................Just realised that it is "World Aids Day", just goes to show how much I think about Aids outside of just basically taking my drugs and keeping fit et al. I have never been one for "World Days" except for "World Towel Day" in recognition of the late great Douglas Noel Adams of "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" fame. Details are down the right hand side of my blog in the "Websites that make me tick" section.
Anyway, enough about HIV!.............So boring! Give me the drugs and I will take them. Ask for my blood and I shall let you have a sample. But give me a Doctors appointment up at the RFH at 09:10 and I will tell you where to go!

Bloody hell! It's December already! I most certainly are not in the Christmas spirit yet! I might put my tree up soon and switch on the string of white lights I have hugging the skirting board of my living room too. I am going to make a few Christmas cards soon. Last year I did some. I use a craft knife to cut out words or trees and stars etc. Nothing too intricate but my right arm hurts quite a bit from it! I will probably use the same template from last years card. Or just buy them one like everyone else;)
What I am mostly looking forward to by far is being with my family over the three days that are Dec 25th, 26th and New Years Eve too:) Nice food and nice conversation (mostly) and watching Millie with her new toys:) Oh, and watching my Dad chew each of his mouthfuls of dinner for ten minutes looking exactly like a cow chewing grass;) Yes I know I said my Mum & Dad had divorced back in about 79 or so but they are still local to each other and still see one another at times like this amongst others. Actually I was at his last night playing golf on the PS2 and as always (well, mostly) I beat him.

God my bloody knee! I want to go out on my bike.......even in the pouring rain! But I need to stay off it! Shit my poxy bloody knee! How long will this take to heal? I will need to go out soon or I will implode or something. It has only been since Tuesday, but with no sight of my next ride I am already beginning to feel terribly isolated and pissed off! I looked up all about knee injuries and my knee is nowhere near as bad as the symptoms suggested there. I should be in quite a bit of pain and unable to walk etc. I think maybe I was lucky and stopped moving the knee just in time to prevent any proper damage. I did recognize what they said about the popping sound and grating feeling of bone and pain as the initial injury takes place etc, but the pain is gone and there is no swelling. Although I can feel some kind of buzzing, tingling sensation where it happened.................Boring!

I'd just like to apologize for the most boring post in the whole of Blogland and beyond!

Jason




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