No, I don't know if I have "teh AIDS" yet.
Mostly because I worked for most of today, and their offices were closed by the time I got back from work and remembered about it.
Yes, remembered it. The apprehension of the HIV test of last week, the waiting, the worry, the doctor on vacation, the postponed results, the abstinence, all sort of fell by the wayside by this weekend. I don't know if it was more of an 'out of sight, out of mind' sort of thing, or if mentally going over my behavior for the past few months made me realize that I wasn't in much danger, or if that my freaking out about it reminded a friend of mine, the last guy I had sex with, to get himself tested at the clinic with one of those 15 minute tests, and he tested fine.
There's something safe about not knowing. As far as I know, everything is fine. The slight pain with urination has gone, I have energy, no lesions or swollen glands. Other than a mild anxiety disorder and uncomfortable living conditions, I'm fine. And I like this sort of status-quo feeling.
I'm not very good with war metaphors, but I'll give it a shot.
HIV is the weapon of mass destruction, and while it's better to be cautious as if Saddam really had them, but probably it's just uranium for a water filtration system or something. A big deal is made, freakouts, terror alerts and ugly bumper-stickers can be an outlet for the apprehension and anxiety, but in the end, the reports came back and were no reports, only misplaced energy due to terror.
Yeah, that war metaphor bombed. (Guffaw!)
I'm going to call this afternoon, after work. Probably. Unless the UN inspectors come back and find something else. Erm.
EDIT: Tests came back negative, so I guess Saddam didn't really have the weapons of mass destruction, and we should impeach the president. Or something.
