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Friday, August 21 Yesterday I made a peeling knees.
Skin-I took off all the remaining pieces of me. Immediately after that call to the agency in Boston and ordered a ticket to Poland. At one end. Miriam promised to help me with fees.
I arrive in Krakow on September 18. In great for me on Saturday. The day before, I hope, a great Sunday. Arrhythmia 3 Bed lies about 29 … 63 rating emotions 77 Questions to Janusz L sex god rob bell. Wisniewski, one of the authors of the stories, schennyh premises in the book "Love Letters» («Listy mHosne») 117 135 Test Janusz Leon Wisniewski (p.
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Left the car. Com was too drunk to drive. We were drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Each of her.
I'm not drunk, Agnieszka. And if drunk, then no sure thing from alcohol. Miriam deals almost exclusively with the "positives" or with their families, "positives". She works in a clinic here for fourteen years.
And NEVER (fucking NEVER) for the fourteen years has not been such that the negative result was not confirmed. Positive tests, these happened, were not confirmed. This afternoon, Miriam would come to me and take me to his girlfriend, working in another clinic. In Boston.
In order to make sure. Miriam wants to be a fucking SURE.  Only after this test I call Enrique.
Thursday, April 15 passed the Great Sunday. In the night from Saturday to Sunday, I resurrected the coffin .. sex horoscope. But I just left today around noon.
Boston confirmed test result. NEGATI-VE I felt like rising to heavens. Enrique does not answer my phone calls.
I slipped under the door of "his" bathroom envelope with the test results. The second I put it on the table, and the third — among the dishes on the kitchen shelf, the fourth threw him in the car in the garage, the fifth put the pillow in the room where he sleeps, the sixth closed in a safe in the bedroom, the seventh button pinned on a cork board in his office .
Seven. The number of days in the week. I still remember my week. Holy Week … Friday, July 30 I do not insist on the fact that he loved me.
I only wish that he no longer wore rubber gloves in the kitchen and to stop hating me.
An hour later, Miriam panicked and called the police. Broke down the door.
A few minutes later came "first" that Miriam brought from the hospital. She did not let the police even have to touch me. The refrigerator had found a bottle of mineral water and poured it all over my head.
When I finally opened his eyes, she found her beside him on the carpet: she pressed my head to her and cried. The police, apparently, was bound to know where Miriam works.
They arranged everything as a false call, did not constitute a mandatory protocol in such cases, and in a few minutes left. The doctor "first", as it should be, checked my pulse, blood pressure, left a syrup containing a concentrated caffeine, and more distressed about the broken door, than my condition.
When we were alone, Miriam wiped my head with a towel, put him on the bed with his back to the wall, made sure I understood what was said and react to my speech, and burst into tears … again. A little later she calmed down and sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and began to read aloud: Antibodies to HIV-1, HIV-2: negative HIV antibody to the protein (Western Blot tests and EIA): NEGATIVE Seeing that I was not react, she came up to me, grabbed my head and began to shake her.
Stuck in a piece of me in his arms and cried like one possessed: — You are fucking negative baby! Negative!  NEGATI-VE. And now, no letters: EN — I — JI She went from me just an hour ago.
I'm starting to feel relieved that he is gone .. sex hurts. In the afternoon I went to Miriam.
To date, the results should have come third series of tests, and today I had to get acquainted with the treatment. Miriam was waiting for me in the parking lot in front of the hospital.
Warned me that the office will be two doctors and I should not worry about it. When I entered the room, they interrupted their conversation and asked me whether I agree at their own expense to go again the official test for HIV, because "found some inconsistencies and should be clarified in connection with the preparation of a very expensive (for me) regimens . "
The question was so meaningless that Miriam did not even wait for an answer. Before I could open my mouth, it has already picked up the phone and told the lab that now it will be with the patient "on repeated," and one of the doctors slipped me some political sign the paper.
When I pass the test, I always look with horror at the blood extracted with a syringe in my veins. With hatred … Sunday, April 10th 4.49 am … Miriam was knocking on the door more than an hour.
To stick a plaster on a call, so he rang incessantly, and she went to the window and pounding like crazy on the glass. She saw that I was lying in the clothes on the carpet in the bedroom. I could not wake up.
I disconnect myself before bedtime whiskey and pills, as well as get to bed, I fall asleep immediately. If you do not get sleep on the carpet. The best anesthesiologist I would not shut off drastically.
All of her charges HIV, and if she was crying with everyone, then came home to dehydrated. Only twice she asked me, "How could I have become infected."
I do not know, I've never had a blood transfusion, I have not introduced myself into the veins have never operated on, I'm a single day, but three days after I was born, is not held in the hospital, except Enrique, in my life was Only three sexual partners. I told her in detail about all.
I forgot to mention even Matchek. Do you remember Matchek? I was in love with him in the tenth grade. He was the "first".
I allowed him to twice run his hands under my sweater and take off my bra. Miriam said that it is not considered, and that two others — heterosexuals are not drug addicts who do not have any "stories in terms of HIV" — in no way are at risk.
And anal sex with them, I was not involved. The second time she asked me that question today during an official meeting with the doctor and asked if I would agree that my answers were recorded on a tape recorder.
Asked me to — so far — did not mention any names and surnames. After recording, the doctor asked me whether the test passed my husband. Did not pass. Anyway, I made that I know nothing.
After the meeting, Miriam has prepared a letter to him and said that he would send by mail tomorrow. I'm scared .. sex and the city 6 streaming. Tuesday, April 6 Enrique refused to take the test.
A copy of the letter with his refusal I found today on the bedroom floor. He slipped the envelope into the gap under the door and left for two weeks in Europe.
If I do nothing on yourself will make, it will not die quickly.
Miriam, a nurse from the health insurance fund «Boston Charity Saga", which "leads me," told me that I was healthy (ha-ha!), strong, and that the virus can live for many years. I still do not know everything about AIDS and HIV.
If you type the two Elovoe in the "Google" search engine will find more than a million web pages. I looked only a small part of them. Only a few thousand. If I do not read about the virus and not at the clinic at Miriam, I'm crying or sleeping.
At the clinic I am often. Practically daily. Meetings with Miriam, I have only once a week, but I go to work every day. On Sunday too.
Miriam — the only person, except Enrique, who announced the results of the tests, but it is the only one who gives me a hand and is not afraid to hug me. I'm going to the clinic, I drink coffee in the cafeteria and wait outside while Miriam will come out of the office.
She comes up to me, touches and sometimes for a few minutes invites into his office. There's a lot of flowers, family photos on the wall, wrapping handkerchiefs on the table. I do a lot of different tests: AST, FTA, CGTP, CD4 .. sex headache. They want to choose the best method of treatment.
Determine for a given level of the virus most suitable components for cocktails I must drink, paint scheduling of appointments, to limit the side effects of drugs. Miriam speaks of it as the treatment of the common cold. I very much understand it.
As the epicenter of the cyclone in the films on the channel «National Geographic». Well, if you make an incision stronger? And if you go all out? I would then bled to death.
And not only would get rid of the blood, but against the virus … White sheet of paper with printing floats on the water surface. Paper must be great. Does not absorb moisture, does not want to sink.
I drive him off of the hand under the water, but every time he swims every time starts from the stomach, stops for a moment under my chest and crying out each letter. The result: a deviation from the norm of HIV-1, 2: HIV-1, Western Blot: POSITIVE antibodies to human immunodeficiency virus: (ELISA) 1. Test 2. test (first repeat): positive 3. test (second repeat): POSITIVE date and time of sampling 08.01.2004, 05.30.
Age: 27. Gender: J sex hormone binding globulin. Agnieszka, I have AIDS … Thursday, March 18 Enrique puts on rubber gloves and a special dish detergent to wash up all the already clean dishes, which lacks a kitchen shelf.
Taking a shower in the bathroom, that the guest room. Put it patented lock to be sure that I will not come back until he's not home. He works in Boston and comes home only to sleep and take a shower. Studiously avoids contact with me.
If we happened to come across, such as the kitchen, he does everything to show how hates me. We do not talk. I do not manage to break the wall of silence him. When I start to go crazy with fear and loneliness, I'm calling him, even writing emails.
I just want to say to me bitterly, as I suffer and I wish I could die.
I read all your emails and answered all the same.
Here are just did not send. You are no exception. I could not even read any spam from God and would not even answer his phone calls … I am writing to you today (and send!) Just because I am now after four whiskey (without Coke and no soda), on three tablets of Xanax and a handful of anesthetics.
I just felt sad. Beautiful sad. What a feeling! Finally I breathe. Finally crying.
Finally I am in despair. Twenty-seven days and nights I dreamed to experience at least some sense, even sadness. And it came smothered greyness, flooded with tears blur a world.
I'm so beautifully sad. As once .. sex hormones. It's probably all the whiskey. The last three glasses I took a bath. Hot water, ice bourbon. With this temperature difference Xanax insoluble in blood, if effervescent aspirin in water.
Quickly come to mind thoughts. All sorts of thoughts … Razor on the edge of the tub. Cool!
Reaching for him. You can start to shave legs, can be voluptuous, gradually driving the machine up, and when he comes over pirineum, a centimeter per vagina, stronger blade pressed against the skin. Lovely place.
All vessels penetrated. Three or four million nerve endings. Or maybe thirteen or fourteen million? Sometimes I think that I remember the touch of his lips on each of them separately.
You can put pressure on the blade even more. The blood will stream from a cut, dissolve in the clear water, and there will be a miniature, overturned the tip down, spinning and arching on all sides of the cone red veil.
In Krakow, I extend my visa, and on his return to Cambridge submit an application for the status of the resident.
Enrique really wanted us for some time remained for permanent residence in the United States. At least until the birth of our child … Sunday, January 4, I'm unsuccessfully trying to cope with the sadness of parting.
I can not believe that Poland is no longer a place I could call home. In Krakow in Poland and now I'll just have to "run down". How, for example, to Barcelona or New York. I can not accept that.
It depresses me. And even though I am about not saying anything Enrique, he knows everything. He could guess that makes me sad, even the way I brush my teeth in the morning in the bathroom … I want to start as soon as possible to work.
Best of all tomorrow! I can not imagine myself sitting idly at home and waiting for his arrival. Enrique does not want that. He has looked after me for the job Germanist at local universities and high schools.
Without the proverbial green card, which some might win the lottery, neither of which work can not even think. Tomorrow morning we go to the immigration office (USCIS) to Cambridge. I know perfectly well that I was looking forward to.
Dozens of tricky questions, as if it is a pass to paradise, fingerprints, like potential criminals, special medical examination, like tubercular leprosy with jaundice. The horror!
But without it I can not take a step in my life here .. sex and the city 6×20. Saturday, February 4 I know you're calling me, and I know that you almost every day, calling my parents.