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Source: Making Peace with Problems
My best friend Kit was a bit of a twit before he got sick, but
he was brilliant and passionate about gay liberation.
Our friendship was based on mutual geekiness.
Kit tinkered with a Mac or a Tandy while I wrote poetry and
listened to Pattie Smith through my headphones.
It was the third year of the AIDS epidemic.
Written from the Dental Hospital between 10,00 am and 10.40 am this morning
Dear friends, you may have noticed that it has been quit up here. Some of you know that have been in hospital doing Video telemetry for Jessoca’ s epilepsy.
Well trouble struck for me the following Monday when we attended St. Vincent’s hospital. I HAD A SECIZURE ON THE BUS coming in to the appointment and then had a headach focused on mt left occipital lobe and was seeind double. I WENT TO EMERGENCY as if one visit wasn’t enough- spent the entire day fom 8 until 2, Had a cat scan, chest x ray, eeg, ecg, to rule out stroke and minor heart attack, then it was decided I had had a peculiar post ichtal reaction. Will be seeing my Neurogist Friday week.
It is now 5 minutes after 11 pm , I have had an inpression made for my dentures and paid the excess for the superior base which will give me opportunity to actually taste the food I eat.
My phone is too flate to abstract its phots, as is the phone which is making me more than annoyed. I hope to return to my regular postings soon.
Also to the Parish one which have suffered just as woefully as this one.
I moved in with Norse in 1984 and spent my days writing and studying
film and literature.
Norse was drafting his memoirs.
We lived in a creative stew under the strain of the most devastating years
of the AIDS epidemic.
We both had good reason to think our lives would soon be over.
The pressure I placed on myself brought on the symptoms of florid DID.
My alternates were coming out and writing and Harold was responding
to them as ‘characters’