Quite the read kristen.wscr. I have had PCP and TB that is why I am a person living with AIDS.
I should have died. One of the reasons I am still here is that my cells know not to give up...I am only catching on. The other reason is that an acquaintance in Kenya, Hussein, took me to the doctor and paid. Otherwise I was kaput...
The body is very strong and can with hold so much and it needs fuel. Good fuel...tit for tat, fair game. Feed the body, the body hold me up...
It is all very interesting.
Yesterday at the gym a lady asked me where I was from and I told her Kenya. She said that she would not have guessed that because I look very calm...Later on I thought, wow, somebody has noticed that I am calm. Much credit goes to the extra strength cookies that I keep eating mainly on the weekends...I space them out but I eat them a lot...anyway, a stranger said I was calm. All the effort put by me and others to keep me well is paying off.
Did you know I only started washing my hands at age 39? Yeah. Partly because we had no excess water where I grew up and partly because I just was not the hand washing kind of a person. As I learned how disease spread, I am going to f@cking wash my hands. So much to gain, so little to lose.
For those in shock, tell me how many times you wash your hands while camping...life in Kenya is a camp all life round. For the most of the population anyway. So I grew up where washing my hands was not a habit.
I am really glad I changed my ways because not only have I not caught a flu since (knock on wood), I feel cleaner. Less of a hypocrite.
In Canada where a sink and soap and towel are provided, I only washed my hands if there were other people around the sink area. Like the library and such. Then I asked myself, who am I putting a show for? I repeated to myself, "to thy own self be true..." and I started washing my hands.
It is the flu season after all.
Reformed...
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