B+ Positive!
Positive vs. Negative
Let's Think Positive
Why do we need a Positive media?
Rights of HIV-positive healthcare professionals
...And this too shall pass! Encouraging people around you to be positive has become more of a trend than a necessity. Your inbox overflows with philosophical feel-good positive anecdotes from friends, relatives, acquaintances, colleagues, people you don't know and, even God. Once you receive it you are forced to join the forwarding frenzy. Some messages warn you of dire consequences if you don't! The receiver can delete and dread the outcome or forward and feel the blessings of all the gods showering down instantly with a single click of a mouse. Some breathe fresh air into your dull life by making you smile or double over with laughter. Others take up the challenge to teach you something valuable no matter what!
I wanted to ask people (you), is it possible for you to be positive when you are having a crappy day? Do you close your eyes, think about something or say some magic words and....poof! You are all bright and happy? Does it work? I mean, does it really? Deep down in your heart or in those fluctuating grey cells, do you have some positive hidden knowledge that springs to life when all you want to do is bang your head against the wall? What goes on in your mind when you are brimming with sorrow or losing control of your sanity?
Let's study my case, just for the heck of it. Nothing bad will happen if you don't, so chill!
And...I know I'm a mental case so no need to exaggerate.
I have been trying to confirm my Blood Group for the last two days. I had taken a blood test ages ago and suddenly I was not sure of it. Even though a small encouraging voice in my head kept assuring me that I'm right I was not completely confident. I didn't write it down anywhere...so I was pretty sure I'll find it in my medical files. As usual, I made several discoveries along the way! In one report I was a MR. In another, MRS. later, they didn't mention my gender at all...oh wait, it keeps getting better. Red blood cell count has been mention over and over again but no blood group. In my driving license the space next BG has been left blank. When I blurted out my state of misery to those around me, as suspected I got, “You don't know you own blood group!?”, I have committed a blasphemy reactions. By evening, I was irritated as hell. How can the medical fraternity be so indifferent? It will hardly take any space in the form, an inch maybe. I was frustrated, my head was throbbing with pain.
Is it just me or did the positive fairy forgot to visit me? I wondered in an incredulous state.
Well, for me, patience proved to be a better player. Next day, I came to know for sure that my BG is B+.
