Diagnosed with HIV 1: Now What?
I have been living with HIV for the past three years. That’s basically it. I’ve lived when I thought I wasn’t going to live, and no matter how much people told me, it’s not a death sentence, or it’s not going to be so bad. Getting this news is a shock, or it was for me, and this is my experience. I just wanted to share my story. I’m going to read from my journal. On September 14, 2012, I found out that I have HIV. There has been a lot going on due to that friend with whom I have disclosed HIV being very supportive for the most part, and I’m in a good state mentally. I think the two things that I’m afraid of right now since I have not started medication are The change that I will experience, whatever that may be and dying a slow and painful death.
Met a person on Dancing hung:
If there are any complications, I’m doing this for the benefit of anybody out there who may have questions about HIV. I’m not a doctor; I can only tell you what my doctor has told me and what I have experienced in my experience over the past three years. So Far, after three years, it is booming, and we’ll talk about what I mean by that, so the first story I want to tell is about my diagnosis, and I have a very clear explanation. I’m just going to do this very chronologically. There was an act, so I was going out with one of my daughters, and we were at, and this guy noticed his friend and me.
They came over and sat at the table with us. We met, danced, and hung out. Whatever that was, then a month later, I met someone at G lounge. It was somebody from education. We ran into that person again, except I was getting drunk as hell this time. Suffice to say. He ended up back at my apartment in Brooklyn in bed-stuy. We had sex, and I do remember that when we started having sex, it was pretty fun protected for like literally 30 seconds, and then I was like way stopped And went over to my drawer, got a condom, and handed it to him. I remember it only lasted about 2 or 3 minutes, and he didn’t even actually finish. This was like early Sunday morning in the first week of August, late Saturday night. I think on the following Tuesday, I had a thing that I was doing for a music publishing company where many people come together and sing music for church music.
It was like this preview round where we just all came together and sang this music that people had written so that other people could hear it and be like. I want to buy that for my holiday concert, or I want to believe that it was like all sorts of music for my Easter conscience. It was over at 10:00. This was on the Upper East Side. I remember at precisely 9:45 15 minutes before we were supposed to leave, suddenly on Tuesday evening I just started feeling tired and had a Headache. First it was a headache then I was tired and I needed to go but I couldn’t finish. It was almost like instant flu, instant flu, and I had to get off the train, hail a cab, and get home. And I got to my room, threw my stuff down, jumped into the bed, and fell asleep for the following three weeks. It was extraordinary because I was good some days, but then every time by the Weekend, I would be tired again. I specifically remember updating Facebook statuses by saying, “ Guys, I just slept for 36 hours and woke up. I’m still tired, finally after four weeks of this cycle of being okay. Still, then falling ill again and then being okay and then falling ill again, I started to feel better, and I thought, well, maybe it’s going to happen again, but it didn’t happen again after a while.
Doctor Appointment:
I think the weekend went by. Where I was like, I guess whatever it was, it’s over. Still, something in me was like, and you need to go to the doctor and get this checked out just in case like anything, but the thing is, I never suspected a sexually transmitted disease. I never once thought it was like anything; I just wanted to know what was happening in my body. I didn’t know what it was. I went to a doctor in Midtown East, and they were very, and I Remember the doctor being like, I mean, it sounds like you’re better now. Still, we’re just going to take a little blood, and we’ll run all the tests, and you’ll be fine because if you’re okay now, then it’s fantastic. Still, I found out on August 22, 2014, and I think it was that day I was wearing a blue collared shirt. I remember that day I was on my way back to the office from lunch break, and I sat down at my computer after I got back. Here in New York anyway, I don’t know about everywhere else, but the hospital or the doctor’s office that I go to is a part of New York University, and they update all of your information online.
So you get an email saying you have a new test result, and I’m at work. Mind you, and it wasn’t the first one. I looked at the First the other there were others, and so I saw how they set it up. It was like the expected value of how you should be for whatever this thing is and then your value. So if it was your urine and it’s like the standard is yellow, and yours is yellows or my Mozilla, or you could get like clear or amber or whatever you know standard blood cell count is this number you have this number. So it’s normal like within this range, and you have this number of standard pancreatic fluid. I don’t know stuff like that, so I was going through other lists they’re talking about, like syphilis and all these things. It’s like, okay, zero. Zero standards my result, so we got down to HIV, and I said I’m entirely unaware, but there was just this wave of nervousness for some reason.
I think everybody has this when you’re about to get this test result for precisely This thing, and that’s the power of stigma. I remember being scared but then thinking I didn’t have anything to be scared of, and I clicked on it. I looked at all of the values and then realized that my results and everything were the same things. Okay, it’s good, but I look back at the top. The first line was like, I forgot what the title was, but it was either reactive or nonreactive. The standard was nonreactive, And mine said reactive, so I’m googling what reactive means. After about five minutes of searching, I was getting forums of people talking about positivity and false positives and all this stuff, and I was like, what the heck.
Doctor Disclosed That I am HIV Positive:
So I don’t even think I had said what this was, so I got up and went to the bathroom and got a drink of water and not because I was overwhelmed. Still, just because I needed to Use the bathroom and I got back, and I had a missed phone call from my doctor, I checked the voicemail, and all he said was like hey Jonathan, you need to come into the office. We need to talk. I went to the office, and my doctor disclosed that I am HIV positive. I was shocked and stressed and felt very bad. After a few months of motivation and helping hands from my friends and family, I felt significantly better. HIV is just part of my life. I took daily to the office, and my doctor disclosed that I am HIV positive. I was shocked and stressed and felt very bad. After a few months of motivation and helping hands from my friends and family, I felt significantly better. Now HIV is just part of my life. I take daily medicines to live healthily. So I want all people living with HIV to learn that your virus is just part of your life. Don’t be too stressed and worried. Get the education, and if you feel lonely and want support, go for online HIV dating sites that help you find love and support, secure and safe.
