The accursed eye infection I’ve been battling and scaring children and grown-ups alike with since Christmas won’t go away. A Google search revealed it may be an STD, and this – and word from the top – sent me to the ophthalmologist. *Phew!* Not an STD – though there was a very good chance it could have been, given my December Casanova behaviour, and I was worried that quite apart from being the poster child for addiction and what it costs, that I might actually go blind from having too much sex…the thought still cools the fire in my loins…
But this behaviour – this not going to doctors and thinking I will magically heal myself…it’s a problem. Against all the odds, I’ve managed to pull a miracle out the hat, with my meth-and-lots-of-other-drugs addiction, but some things just need the medical attention, and I am loathe to go to the doctor, because I feel like it’s giving in, like admitting I am getting old, or that my apathy towards my health has had an effect, and a bad one.
Melodramatics aside, the ophthalmologist warned that I’d left it very late and that I could have gone blind. Jesus, Dave – wake the fuck up and start realising that ‘healing’ is not just about stopping the drugs!
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