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Oct. 28th, 2007 06:50 pmYesterday afternoon I was walking along Eager Street in Baltimore with my ex, Russell. It was lunchtime, and we were just about to decide to eat at Kumari, a little Indian restaurant that has a lunch buffet on the weekends. They serve piping-hot, fresh nan to your table instead of leaving it on the buffet to get cold, which is why it's my favorite Indian buffet.
Dakota has torn a tendon in his foot; I think it's been almost two weeks ago. He has a surgery date to correct it, but at 2 A.M. Saturday morning, the pain suddenly escalated. He took some Alleve and then took some more two hours later, then broke down and took some of the Codeine that his doctor has prescribed. His body reacted to the drug, producing maddening itches, which he tried to counteract with Benadryl. He was alone in the house, bed-ridden, sleep-deprived, pained, itchy and drugged.
In August 2003, when I had a sinus infection and discovered that I had HIV, something that I was on, perhaps the antibiotic, produced the symptom of relentless itching in my hands and feet. Nothing helped, because there was no actual cause. I couldn't sleep. It nearly drove me crazy. I remember crying because it. just. wouldn't. stop.
Anyway, he called me when I was going out to lunch with Russell. He initial call seemed like he was a little stressed, but I didn't realize what was going on. He said that his foot was hurting, he was alone and wanted a cuddle, but he said that I could call him back after I had lunch with Russell.
When I called back, I got more of the situation from him. That conversation was a little muddled from my end. I told him that I could come keep him company. He said that he needed to stop depending on me, but, to me, times like these are what friends are for. He said that I didn't have to come, that he would get through this, that he had called me in a moment of weakness, or something like that. He said that he would try to get some sleep and rang off. I didn't know if I should make the trip or not. I didn't even know if he was expecting me.
I decided that it was better to make the trip and have it be for nothing than to ignore it and have it be the wrong decision. So I grabbed the next train to DC and hopped the Metro out to Forest Glen. Of course, the train was running almost twenty minutes late, and the Metro was single-tracking between Fort Totten and Tacoma. So it took me almost two hours to get to his place.
It turns out that he wasn't expecting me, and Louise, one of his housemates was now home. But I stayed and laid with him while he got some sleep. I think Louise came in and look in on us before she left on some errand or maybe she had work that evening. He slept for a couple of hours or more, while I kept watch. He would jerk out of sleep, blame it on the Codeine, and doze off again. I dozed a little, myself.
When he woke, it seemed that the pain was a little more under control and the the itchiness had mostly subsided. I stayed the night. We watched some forensic television shows and Saturday Night Live before going to sleep.
Dakota has torn a tendon in his foot; I think it's been almost two weeks ago. He has a surgery date to correct it, but at 2 A.M. Saturday morning, the pain suddenly escalated. He took some Alleve and then took some more two hours later, then broke down and took some of the Codeine that his doctor has prescribed. His body reacted to the drug, producing maddening itches, which he tried to counteract with Benadryl. He was alone in the house, bed-ridden, sleep-deprived, pained, itchy and drugged.
In August 2003, when I had a sinus infection and discovered that I had HIV, something that I was on, perhaps the antibiotic, produced the symptom of relentless itching in my hands and feet. Nothing helped, because there was no actual cause. I couldn't sleep. It nearly drove me crazy. I remember crying because it. just. wouldn't. stop.
Anyway, he called me when I was going out to lunch with Russell. He initial call seemed like he was a little stressed, but I didn't realize what was going on. He said that his foot was hurting, he was alone and wanted a cuddle, but he said that I could call him back after I had lunch with Russell.
When I called back, I got more of the situation from him. That conversation was a little muddled from my end. I told him that I could come keep him company. He said that he needed to stop depending on me, but, to me, times like these are what friends are for. He said that I didn't have to come, that he would get through this, that he had called me in a moment of weakness, or something like that. He said that he would try to get some sleep and rang off. I didn't know if I should make the trip or not. I didn't even know if he was expecting me.
I decided that it was better to make the trip and have it be for nothing than to ignore it and have it be the wrong decision. So I grabbed the next train to DC and hopped the Metro out to Forest Glen. Of course, the train was running almost twenty minutes late, and the Metro was single-tracking between Fort Totten and Tacoma. So it took me almost two hours to get to his place.
It turns out that he wasn't expecting me, and Louise, one of his housemates was now home. But I stayed and laid with him while he got some sleep. I think Louise came in and look in on us before she left on some errand or maybe she had work that evening. He slept for a couple of hours or more, while I kept watch. He would jerk out of sleep, blame it on the Codeine, and doze off again. I dozed a little, myself.
When he woke, it seemed that the pain was a little more under control and the the itchiness had mostly subsided. I stayed the night. We watched some forensic television shows and Saturday Night Live before going to sleep.
