Sunday Sundries … Insidious
It has been an up/down kind of week last week. Mother Nature, in her infinite wisdom, gave us a week of roller coaster temperatures, from single digit pluses, to ground frost, to windy (I need a jacket) cool, and today we are in double digit pluses. People never knows what to pack, what to wear, so that was a thing…
Life has become very busy, and almost frenetic. I’ve spent a good amount of time with my friends, which has been a real good thing. Getting to spend time with friends outside the normal travel routes is a nice addition.
A few weeks ago, I went to see my main doc for my spring checkup. While I was there, he floated the idea that he might be able to put me on brand new next gen HIV medication. I’ve been on my present regimen for almost ten years now.
But because of the transition from multiple sites, into the main Glenn site, everything is upside down. Medical files are currently being digitized and uploaded to computers, because the Glenn is attempting to be paper free.
This has posed numerous problems.
For the last two weeks doc has been trying to find my archive file, which has all of my genetic coding information. They rotate old paper into archives and store them in the basement, so you have to actually go looking for them.
We’ve been talking on and off for the past week. Monday last week, I got the call about the switch. Doc did eventually find my file, and double checked the genetic profile. When I was diagnosed many years ago they did genotypes and phenotypes to type and cross reference my particular virus type. This will tell doctors what will and won’t work, on a grand scale.
Depending on the viral typification certain drugs are automatically disqualified for future use.
Genetic testing has been useful to optimize drug success. But it also is problematic, because even if new drugs come online, if you don’t match, you don’t get new drugs. Even if they have been reworked and strengthened.
I failed the mark this time around.
Which means, I stay on the present regimen for at least another year, until the next round is released. Bummer …
I’ve been keeping an eye on my baby birdies on the balcony, and I think that mom has abandoned her chicks, because she hasn’t been in the nest for days now, and I am not sure what to do, beyond calling the ASPCA and getting someone out here to take them and nurse them.
Yesterday, it was a double layer kind of day. It was that chilly. Today we are in the twenties, and I chose to walk the outer route to the church. Everyone, well, most of our folks were at the roundup this weekend, so I pulled all the jobs tonight.
We sat a good number and read another serious war story.
The take away:
- Alcoholism is insidious
- If nobody says STOP the alcoholic will keep going
- Where ever you go, there you are
- Functional alcoholism always devolves into insanity
- Eventually, if we are lucky, we find the solution
We read all the way around, and the shares went all the way around. What started as many message discussion, turned into a meeting for one particular woman.
Before the meeting started, I was alerted, by a friend, that there was a newcomer in the crowd, which falls to the 12 step rep.
I was feeling a little iffy early on today. I just had a sinking feeling that something was just not right. I can’t tell you where that came from, but it is what it is. I knew my Sunday guy was out at a function, and that the women were at the roundup, so nobody came in early, to either read or help set up. My uneasy-ness was confirmed shortly after the meeting started.
A friend, who is fresh, was sitting in a lump, and I knew there was something wrong.
“The alcoholic will drink again …”
You never know when it will come, but at some point, the only thing that stands between you and your next drink, will be your higher power. This time, it went unused.
Been here and done that.
It only takes a millisecond. One moment of freak. One action, putting a drink to ones lips.
For a few minutes everybody listened.
Anguish is a very heavy emotion. What do you say, what do you do?
At least she made it to the meeting, in one piece.
I just knew something was off tonight.
We strolled home, and I phoned a friend to pick up the pieces.
More to come, stay tuned …