Now, I've always had a fear of human blood, but a few days ago, someone got a paper cut. He asked if anyone had a bandaid, and I did. I gave him one, then I remembered he was HIV+. I have always liked to think of myself as a person governed more by intellect and facts than paranoias/propogandas, which is why I'm so ashamed of myself. I'm perfectly aware of how HIV is transmitted. Would you believe when I remembered, I suddenly thought 'I gave him the bandaid, he was bleeding', 'wait, he cut himself on one of the papers in that same binder I'm going to go through to file them tomorrow', and other such dumb things. I'm just so angry I could ever have thought anything like that! That such thoughts could have gone through my mind. Just how could I? I'm still upset. I've read, I'm perfectly aware that you can not get HIV from casual contact, yet, I still had that one small panic. I'm such a fool.
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"Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat." - Mark Twain