thoreau | interview with a vampire....

I mean my doctor and his nurses.

I'm off the doctor this morning for biannual vampire tests (it's only a gallon of blood; don't worry, there are donuts). I'll also be discussing the HIV genotype test with my doc, the test that tests what drug resistance your version of HIV might have.... as its time for me to come off my drug holiday and pick a regimen...

and it is time to be getting a physical to make sure everything is as awesome as I think it is.

I hate the stomach gurgle I get going to the doctor's office - it makes no sense honestly. I don't have something terminal or a limb dangling by a vein - - but nothing causes anxiety for me like sitting in the waiting room at the Vampire Lounge. My doctor's office manager is this efficient - but rather soulless hispanic woman with a very blunt demeanor. I can imagine her saying things like "I know that your arm is hanging off by a vein - but you still have to wait - and your copay has gone up - that'll be thirty dollars." :)

I'm sure it will all be fine. and it's part of the maintenance plan this body comes with these days. I weighed in right at 187 on my home scale... (Victory!) - - but I'm sure I'll feel and weigh in like a Macy's Float at the doctor's scale - his office manager letting out a little "holy crap you're fat" gasp when i step on the scale.

Me? Dramatic? I'm suuuuuuure I have no idea what you are talking about.