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    <title>Richard Ferri, PhD, ANP</title>
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    <updated>2011-12-02T13:58:37Z</updated>
    <subtitle>Notes from a Positive Health Care Provider</subtitle>
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    <title>Remembering Lynda</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2011:/richard//32.33071</id>

    <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>2011-10-10T18:01:58Z</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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    <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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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2011:/richard//32.3216</id>

    <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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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2010:/richard//32.3162</id>

    <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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    <title>The Revelation</title>
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    <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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<entry>
    <title>Throb</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2010:/richard//32.2790</id>

    <published>2010-04-25T21:59:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-26T14:30:39Z</updated>

    <summary>I am a sober jock that works out 5 days a week and eat an excellent diet.  I don&apos;t smoke, drink or drug. My only downfall is taking HIV medications for nearly 20 years.  I am a long-term AIDS survivor nervously waiting to be fallen by my once athletic heart.</summary>
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        I am a sober jock that works out 5 days a week and eat an excellent diet.  I don&apos;t smoke, drink or drug. My only downfall is taking HIV medications for nearly 20 years.  I am a long-term AIDS survivor nervously waiting to be fallen by my once athletic heart.
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