I hesitated to publish this story under the rubrik of humor; but there is something ‘awefully’ funny about it. The lesson seems loud and clear: When your doctor says you are terminally ill, do go and seek a second opinion
By JIM MALONE AS TOLD TO PAIGE WILLIAMS
Nearly eight years ago, just after Christmas in 1996, I tested H.I.V.-positive while I was on vacation in Los Angeles. I had gone to the E.R. with chest pains. They did the regular blood work and asked if I minded an H.I.V. test. I didn’t expect it to come back positive, but it didn’t surprise me when it did. My partner had passed away from AIDS. Before that I had been partying for about—well, I’ll be 60 on the 4th of July, so you do the math. Still, I felt as if somebody had hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I took the test results back home to Hayward, Calif., and gave them to my doctor at the V.A. clinic. He treated me for H.I.V. for the next seven and a half years.
Continue ReadingI’M ON A COMMITTEE!
Oh give me some pity, I’m on a committee,
which means that from morning to night,
we attend, and amend, and contend, and defend
without a conclusion in sight.
We confer and concur, we defer and demur,
and reiterate all of our thoughts.
We revise the agenda with frequent addenda,
and consider a load of reports.
We compose and propose, we suppose and oppose,
and the points of procedure are fun!
But though various notions are brought up as motions,
there’s terribly little gets done.
We resolve and absolve, but we never dissolve,
since it’s out of the question for us.
What a shattering pity to end our committee,
where else could we make such a fuss.
-Author Unknown
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