They shoot whiners, don't they?

I've had a miserable morning.

I couldn't eat on Sunday, and I puked up everything I ate on Monday. So I went two days with out my HIV meds. I did take them on Monday, but they came back up with my food. Yesterday I finally managed to keep my food and my full regimen of pills down.

However, now my body has to readjust to the HIV meds. I'm suffering from nausea again. I think this is aggravated by the dehydration caused by the diarrhea, so I'm sipping gatorade frequently. I almost puked up my dinner last night, but I managed to keep it down and go to bed.

I also didn't sleep very well. It was one of those nights where I had the same dream over and over again. I'd wake up, go back to sleep, and step back into it. Last night, I zoned in front of the television, watching four hours of Law & Order. So my dream had a definite Law & Order influence, only with a Star Trek: TNG time-loop twist. I was one of the investigators, the murder victim, the murderer and the dreamer, over and over again. I felt like my brain had been pummeled all night by a TV Guide.

Plus a horrible feeling like my abdomen had been filled with cement, which has subsided. Maybe I just needed to get used to the sensation of digestion again. :-\

I'm feeling better now, but I'm ready to be well again. We'll see how the whole eating thing goes today.

Cars

A thought occurred to me yesterday. I took some Tylenol and laid down until I felt better.

A lot of factors played out over decades in order to produce America's current car-loving society, but one thing I've never seen commented on is the possible contribution of racism.

In the 1950s, white middle-class families began escaping America's inner cities and the influx of African-Americans. They left for the suburbs, where they needed cars just to run their daily errands.

I'm not trying to be simplistic; I know that our car culture is the result of a lot of influences, but I wonder what things would be like if more families had stayed in the cities. Would we be as dependent on automobiles?

Two years

August 21 was the two-year anniversary of the date that my doctor told me that I have HIV, and it passed by completely unnoticed.

Of course, I was busy being sick as a dog. I'll have to plan my observance a little more carefully next year. :-P