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It's 4:30 a.m. here in Helsingborg. A dense mist is hovering in the early light over the Oresund channel between Sweden and Denmark. I can't sleep.In January of 1980, I woke up one morning with a strange, pasty sensation in my mouth. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My tongue was white. My doctor at the time, Lenny, told me it was a yeast infection. A yeast infection? On my tongue?
Larry wrote me a prescription for Monistat tablets. I don't know if Monistat is still being prescribed today, but in 1980, Monistat was the drug of choice for vaginal yeast infections. I didn't have a vagina, and I'd broken up with my girlfriend and cleaned up my act back in August, so I had to wonder how the hell I'd suddenly acquired the lingual overcoat. I'd had some mild flu-like aches and fever a few weeks earlier, but I didn't connect it with the yeast infection, which happily responded to the Monistat.
That was almost 30 years ago. 30 years with HIV. 30 years, and I'm still here.
Wish I could sleep...
(Check out my website, Davidweissny.com, which I've been busy revising for the last two hours!)
i just read remarkable story on your 30 years being poz. i myself have been poz since 1985, and i just starting going to the gym. which my friend who is woring out with me said i coud'nt have done it at a better timebless you on your journey and so many people like us.
sincerly,
rick