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    <title>Richard Ferri, PhD, ANP</title>
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    <updated>2012-03-19T13:19:57Z</updated>
    <subtitle>Notes from a Positive Health Care Provider</subtitle>
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    <title>The Writings of a Wounded Healer</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2012:/richard//32.400067</id>

    <published>2012-03-18T19:53:01Z</published>
    <updated>2012-03-19T13:19:57Z</updated>

    <summary>There are things in life you have to experience to truly understand.  No matter how close you may come to the edge of an event, if you never cross over that thin line between being a voyager or participant, you remain in a limbo.  You simply don&apos;t get it.</summary>
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        There are things in life you have to experience to truly understand.  No matter how close you may come to the edge of an event, if you never cross over that thin line between being a voyager or participant, you remain in a limbo.  You simply don&apos;t get it.
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    <title>Remembering Lynda</title>
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    <published>2011-12-01T23:08:34Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-02T13:58:37Z</updated>

    <summary>Today is World AIDS Day 2011 and I have been struggling with what to say for weeks now.  I have written and re-written this column and still felt it lacked something.  Then it hit me.  It lacked Lynda. </summary>
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        Today is World AIDS Day 2011 and I have been struggling with what to say for weeks now.  I have written and re-written this column and still felt it lacked something.  Then it hit me.  It lacked Lynda. 
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    <title>Ordinary Time</title>
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    <published>2011-10-09T21:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2012-03-20T20:55:07Z</updated>

    <summary>I waited for some time to pass before writing like the widower forgotten after the death and the immediate aftermath. </summary>
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        I waited for some time to pass before writing like the widower forgotten after the death and the immediate aftermath. 
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    <title>A Reconstituted Man</title>
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    <published>2011-07-17T18:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-17T21:06:29Z</updated>

    <summary>The problem with a smoke and mirrors existence is that eventually the smoke thins and the mirrors dull.</summary>
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        The problem with a smoke and mirrors existence is that eventually the smoke thins and the mirrors dull.
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    <title>The Wall</title>
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    <published>2011-04-15T23:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-16T15:02:50Z</updated>

    <summary>It was there in my early days.  I just did not see it clearly or really give a damn about it.</summary>
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        It was there in my early days.  I just did not see it clearly or really give a damn about it.
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<entry>
    <title>A Dent in the Wall</title>
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    <published>2011-02-21T18:32:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-22T01:53:24Z</updated>

    <summary>Today I can&apos;t take my eyes off of it.  I guess that is because the dent was made by the top of my head slamming into the wall.</summary>
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        Today I can&apos;t take my eyes off of it.  I guess that is because the dent was made by the top of my head slamming into the wall.
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    <title>&quot;It is Never Just HIV&quot;: The debate that never happened</title>
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    <published>2011-01-10T00:59:52Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-10T14:25:26Z</updated>

    <summary>It has become an &quot;attack and condemn&quot; shouting match where the winner takes all.  No prisoners are allowed and those who hold an opposing view are just plain wrong and need to be dismissed.  It has become a verbal nightmare of &quot;If you are not with us then you are against us&quot;. </summary>
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        It has become an &quot;attack and condemn&quot; shouting match where the winner takes all.  No prisoners are allowed and those who hold an opposing view are just plain wrong and need to be dismissed.  It has become a verbal nightmare of &quot;If you are not with us then you are against us&quot;. 
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    <title>The Pharmacology of Me</title>
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    <published>2010-12-02T23:47:33Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-03T02:32:47Z</updated>

    <summary>There they are; all my friends.  Snug in their little coffins lying happily akimbo without rhyme or reason.  They are just there.  But not really you and I know.</summary>
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        There they are; all my friends.  Snug in their little coffins lying happily akimbo without rhyme or reason.  They are just there.  But not really you and I know.
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    <title>World AIDS Day 2010</title>
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    <published>2010-12-01T11:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-01T14:34:46Z</updated>

    <summary>Labor leader Mother Jones said it best and said it simply: Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living. </summary>
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        Labor leader Mother Jones said it best and said it simply: Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living. 
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    <title>A Member of the Choir</title>
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    <published>2010-11-22T01:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-23T10:36:06Z</updated>

    <summary>Today was a hard day.  Today I felt like a member of the choir in church.  Rather an odd saying I am sure you are thinking.  It is when left alone in isolation, but not when placed back in history.</summary>
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        Today was a hard day.  Today I felt like a member of the choir in church.  Rather an odd saying I am sure you are thinking.  It is when left alone in isolation, but not when placed back in history.
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    <title>The Pain Devil - Part 1</title>
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    <published>2010-11-07T18:29:02Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-07T23:19:23Z</updated>

    <summary>Writing for me is like masturbating.  It is intentionally self-indulgent, rousingly painful (if done right), self-aggrandizing, and ultimately freeing.  After the intensity and the release is the mess.  This blog is about the mess. (Part one of it anyway.)</summary>
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        Writing for me is like masturbating.  It is intentionally self-indulgent, rousingly painful (if done right), self-aggrandizing, and ultimately freeing.  After the intensity and the release is the mess.  This blog is about the mess. (Part one of it anyway.)
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    <title>The Relapse of Indifference</title>
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    <published>2010-10-08T20:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-10T14:52:21Z</updated>

    <summary>The emotion of truly not caring about yourself or others is the most terrifying emotion I can imagine.  Indifference scares me so much because I have witnessed it&apos;s evil so many times.  It kills.  Many years ago I saw it on such dramatic level that the experience still shakes me to this day. </summary>
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        The emotion of truly not caring about yourself or others is the most terrifying emotion I can imagine.  Indifference scares me so much because I have witnessed it&apos;s evil so many times.  It kills.  Many years ago I saw it on such dramatic level that the experience still shakes me to this day. 
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<entry>
    <title>The Revelation</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2010:/richard//32.3022</id>

    <published>2010-08-30T01:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-01T01:50:07Z</updated>

    <summary>My time may be limited but not my talent.  I have been silent and hoping things would change. </summary>
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        My time may be limited but not my talent.  I have been silent and hoping things would change. 
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    <title>Tears of Rocks</title>
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    <published>2010-07-25T21:13:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-07-27T21:27:45Z</updated>

    <summary>I had forgotten about the envelope the priest gave me.  For a while it sat on my desk and I would occasionally spy upon it but always resisted the urge to pick it up.  I simply did not want to touch it.  If I touched it then maybe it was time to open it up, and do what my priest said to do when I was ready.  I did not want to be ready. </summary>
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        I had forgotten about the envelope the priest gave me.  For a while it sat on my desk and I would occasionally spy upon it but always resisted the urge to pick it up.  I simply did not want to touch it.  If I touched it then maybe it was time to open it up, and do what my priest said to do when I was ready.  I did not want to be ready. 
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    <title>Hoffa Still At Large</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2010:/richard//32.2925</id>

    <published>2010-06-27T11:37:04Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-28T13:38:26Z</updated>

    <summary>Ernie and I were driving with the top down, bare-chested, hotly pumped from one of our insanely intense workouts, and it felt like the summer of &apos;76 all over again. </summary>
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        Ernie and I were driving with the top down, bare-chested, hotly pumped from one of our insanely intense workouts, and it felt like the summer of &apos;76 all over again. 
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