I spent half of Sunday reading about Syphilis and other sexually transmitted diseases. I learned what serous fluid is and that serum is specifically the serous fluid from blood but that another serous fluid is saliva and also the clear liquid that rises to the surface of cuts and abrasions on the skin and that looking at serous fluid in a microscope is essential in the diagnosis of syphilis, though not necessarily the only test you need to administer to make a definite diagnosis. I learned that the real danger of many STD’s, whether they are curable or not, is that they are often asymptomatic so that people don’t get tested and spread it to many others but also that by the time they are detected they have often gotten to a stage of irreparable damage to the body.
I also saw a picture of a dark slide of syphilis and the bacteria is kind of cute, this thing that can ruin your life and make you go crazy and even distort the shape of your head all before it kills you. It’s a cute little corkscrew shape – looking cheerful on its slide like a clever lush early in the evening who’s the life of the party.
My conclusion after reading 75 facts and statistics about STD’s is that none of us should ever have sex again. This has the additional blessing of fixing the overpopulation problem at the same time.
If you would like to know how to diagnose syphilis too I invite you to read the paper I was reading: The Laboratory Diagnosis of Syphilis *
Today I ate an obscene amount of cheese. I feel sick about it. I can’t even understand why I did that to myself. From now on I will keep only Parmesan and feta in the house. Perhaps an occasional ricotta will find its way into my fridge. None of these are cheeses I can eat on their own as a snack. I also met an old man working in the Italian deli downtown who revealed that he is a vegan and I was impressed and surprised.
In talking about my nightmares here and also on facebook I have come to accept that while I do wish I could sleep better more regularly I believe my dreams are the more perfect expression of the world stripped down and lit with naked luminescence than my waking life. It is the link between my primal language and the language of the everyday human. It is a bridge between sanity and insanity and provides me with a comprehension I couldn’t otherwise have of the minds of the more tortured members of my tribe (the mentally ill). I don’t want to lose that. My dreams keep me somewhat raw and connected to something wild in myself that I need access to.
That is all I have tonight.
*This will need to be put in a separate post for the research link posts I like to do for my books for reference so if you don’t feel like reading this riveting paper now, there will be future opportunities to be reminded of this illuminating document waiting for you. I think Sunday is the most proper day to read it.