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Shocked to read of the abuse that some received while collecting money on World AIDS Day. This post shows why we need to stand up and fight the stigma.
I haven’t lived in the United Kingdom for nearly two years. It seems a little strange, therefore to maintain the domain for this blog as hivblogger.me.uk. I have registered a new domain: hivblogger.eu which currently redirects to the current, and from the end of March will be the real domain. If you wish to contact me you can do so at firstname.lastname@example.org.
This evening I have been doing a bit of research into where is linking to this blog from the Internet around the world. I was a bit surprised to find some of the places. However, amongst them I found that I was among those nominated for the TrialReach.com Top HIV Voices 2014. These “Top HIV Voices for 2014″ embody the passion that it requires to build a community from a fundamentally limited beginning— sharing a personal story or contributing in a small but grand way to the global conversation surrounding the HIV community, HIV activism and the reduction of new HIV infections; advocating for increased awareness, decreased stigma, and the chance eventually to an AIDS-free generation.—Josh Robbins The website on which it is found is a Belgian one, so I was even more surprised. It might be a bit late to say thanks… but I am. So Thanks Josh for nominating me.
Yesterday, I was in bits all day. One of our three cats, Niamh, was at the vet’s from about nine in the morning until six in the evening. Quite simply she was having the operation that all domestic cats ought to have, she was being neutered. This was the first time that I, as a cat owner – sorry member of cat staff – had to drop one of the furry friends off to the vet on my own. Andrew, had done this many times, but I had never done it. Until yesterday. Off we went in a taxi called by Hailo, which is a very convenient and useful app available for hailing taxis. Niamh was in her carrier placed on the back seat of the vehicle with the door of the carrier against the door of the car so she didn’t get too frightened. We arrived at the Botanic Veterinary Hospital opposite the National Botanic Garden in Glasnevin. A lovely practice with very helpful staff, I was immediately put at my ease, and more …
Sorry everyone, life has been getting in the way of posting. Living here in Gibraltar, I have not been brilliant at taking some time to sit down and record how life is. Perhaps that is because it has been so good recently. Well so good in comparison to what it was when the blog was first started. However, I aim to record some thoughts at least once every two days from now on as I have always found it to be helpful in keeping me sane. Today I give thanks for Andrew. For without him and his love, I would be nothing today. Indeed, I doubt very much if I would be here at all.
None of us is perfect. Yet all too often the images that we see in shops all around us are of so-called body-beautiful people. Imagine if there were mannequins that represented real people? Earlier this month, there were figures with scoliosis or brittle bone disease modelling the latest fashions in Zurich’s Bahnhofstrasse. The campaign was devised for the International Day of Persons with Disabilities by Pro Informs, an organisation for the disabled.
The UK Prime Minister is making extrapolations on future policy on the governance of the UK based on one vote on a different issue in one part of the UK. That is hardly democratic is it?
Today, was my second appointment with my new GP here in Gibraltar. I woke up looking forward to it. I was due to get the results of the blood tests done by the Infection Control nurse about a month ago. My last results were back in March in Belfast and were quite good. I went to the GP hoping to hear good news about my current state of health. I was to be disappointed. where are the results? Although all the routine tests came back fine, the GP could not find the results from the tests for the CD4 and Viral Load counts. Why this was, he and I both wondered. He lifted the telephone and rang the lab. A telephone exchange was had between GP and the Lab. The gist of it was that the tests had not been requested. Yet the GP, me, and the nurse who took the bloods knew that they had been. So, what to do? On Thursday (after the celebrations for National Day) I have to go to Infection …