It's the Little Things

I'd just like to say that for us Hiv+'ers it's not the big things that do our heads in.

Being in hospital is not pleasant, but somehow we rise to the occasion and find the motivation to keep smiling and laughing our way through the pain and humiliation.

Being winched out of a window on the second floor in broad daylight was extremely embarrassing, but it had to happen and as such I know that there is really very little point in moaning about it.

No.

It's the little things that do our heads in.

It's an irritatingly painful infected nail that won't heal.

Day to day stuff.