This morning I went to what I hope is my last Stroger appointment ever. The nurse was actually nice to me, which so rarely happens. I was a bad patient and skipped a couple visits so she yelled at me a few months ago about “not taking my health seriously.” All of my bloodwork was normal so my meds aren’t making my body unhappy and I’m not dying a horrible death quite yet. And my cholesterol is normal, so I’m not as much of a fatty as I thought.
Then I did a dry run of the train/bus route to my new job. It’s so simple I’m pretty sure I can’t fuck it up. The bus that goes to my workplace also goes to Navy Pier. So I waved at my future workplace and took the bus to the beach. The beach smells funny.
Oh and I bought books yesterday at a used book sale. I now own an old edition of Our Bodies, Ourselves and a DSM-III. I want to collect all of the DSM versions. The DSM II, 1968, lists homosexuality as a mental disorder. The DSM-III,1980, lists ego-dystonic homosexuality as a disorder. Ego dystonic homosexuality is pretty much “I am sad that I’m queer. I try to be straight and it doesn’t work.” It’s a common part of the coming out process. The only people that still treat it like a disorder are the crazy religious folk who claim homosexuality can be reversed.