... On the Other Side

This morning I had a doctor’s appointment. It was scheduled for 8:00 with this dermatologist that I’ve seen a couple of times before. I initially saw him to try to figure out what was wrong with a rather vital organ that had recently broken out with somewhat painful, rather itchy sores. First inclination – VD, right? Luckily for me, all the tests came back negative … and we tested for everything – communicable diseases were ruled out. The doc said it appeared to be an allergic reaction.

But what was I allergic too? Was it possibly one of the condoms that I had purchased when I was back in Greece? Although the packages were sealed, the condoms were well over a year old. My dermatologist seemed convinced that it was these condoms when I mentioned them … unfortunately that doesn’t explain the reoccurrence of the symptoms months later when the use of any condoms had been abandoned. I ended up getting treated for psoriasis although I soon discovered that the best treatment for my condition was abstinence. The pills and creams that were prescribed for me did nothing compared to just not having sex. That’s just my luck though … I finally find myself a girlfriend and, lo and behold, I’m allergic to her.

I cancelled the appointment this morning. Something tells me that my issue won’t be returning anytime soon. You see yesterday was a big day. It was our (Nini and me) five month anniversary from when we started “officially” dating. It also ended up being the last day that we were “officially” dating. So I guess the question of how long someone can put up with my crap has finally been answered – five months…

Not that this was much of a surprise to me – hell, I’ve seen this train coming for a while now – to be completely honest, it’s actually a bit of a relief. Now let’s not take that last statement the wrong way – Nini really is pretty much the nicest person I’ve ever met and I have absolutely no disparaging remarks to make about her. We were just unable to discover a way to mesh no matter how hard we tried. Add to that the allergic reactions I was having and aforementioned technique required for solace and you’ve got a classic “crash and burn” in the making…

So I guess as of today I am, once again, back to my old self. I reluctantly return to that lone soul trudging through life looking for a purpose. It’s familiar territory so the learning curve should be a breeze… Remember, Cori – “The grass is ALWAYS greener…”

bis später,

Coriolis