So I am staring at my pile of pills. Two Kaletra, an AZT, two Invirase, Bactrim. Add to the mix a Claritin and a couple of Tylenol for the inevitable headaches …

My adherence sucks. My history with the meds sucks. But whatever I have done, I have turned what could have, maybe SHOULD have been a plummet to the earth into a semi-controlled glide. It’s taken me a LONG time to get really sick, and my failed attempts, a month here, three months there, to adhere to therapy have bought me time. Time for the next big thing to come out, time for the research to move just ahead of my virus and it’s destination. Time for me a embark on crazy stuff that everyone does, from self-medication to serial dating to growing older, gaining gray in my hair and some perspective in my heart. But time’s up. So I gag down the pills, …