I was in a relationship for two and a half years with someone, starting in April 2007. We were monogamous. We had unprotected sex the entire time, which was very unlike me. No exchange of body fluids, though, if you know what I mean. I guess I was in love. I had tested negative before I met him.
In the winter of 2009 I had a few colds and a bad flu, which I eventually got over. then in March I developed an infection in my urethra, called urethritis. This was probably due to me not doing enough on the hygiene end – oops.
Anyway, I went to the emergency room and I received a massive antibiotic shot and a prescription of antibiotics. The nurse there said, “If we find any evidence of an STD we will call you. No news is good news.” They never called me. So I figured I was fine.
I broke up with this guy nine months later, he was abusive, verbally and physically, and I could not take it anymore. In spite of all this, I felt fine. In fact, since my last flu in winter 2009, I had not gotten sick at all, which was unusual. Rarely have I gone through a year (in this case a year and a half) without catching a cold. To this day (2012) I have not had a flu or fever.
In October 2010, I went to see a doctor for a physical. He was gay and South African, by the way. He knew I was gay, and he noticed the urethritis – he mentioned it could be syphilis. I told him that was unlikely, as the hospital never told me. He still suggested he do a routine blood test for any and all STD’s. I said okay, it sounded important. I also got a tetanus shot.
One week later I get a phone call- my HIV test came out positive. I was a wreck for a week. I won’t go into everything, but I told some friends, one who I knew was also positive. I cried and cried. My doctor said over the phone, “It’s okay, as long as you take the medicine you’ll be fine.” And I believed him!
So I go through the blood tests, and paid a thousand dollars for it all, even with insurance(!) My CD4 count was 514.
He said, “Maybe you’re a non-progressor! If not I’ve got some Atripla for you. We’ll see.”
I said, “But doc, I feel fine. I don’t feel sick at all.” He said, “The HIV infection must have jump started your immune system!”(I’ll never forget that phrase.)
This perplexed me. So it helped my health? Huh?
A few months passed, and I was looking online for what medicine would do well for me with the least amount of harm, on sites like TheBody. I searched for “cure for HIV” which started sending me in the direction of alternative healing. I was completely distraught, because I didn’t want to end up like those emaciated husks of humans with big bellies I saw in my gym.
So…I had a Eureka moment where I decided I would do what I can naturally, not pharmaceutically. This was before I knew that much, but I was determined that was what I would do.
I went to see the doctor for a second blood test. I asked him if there was anything else I could do besides take NAC, which is a precursor to glutathione. He said, not really, there is no cure, blah blah blah. I knew there had to be something else! Some doctor! I could have been munching on McDonald’s all day and he wouldn’t know the difference.
As I was paying at the counter in the waiting room, I overheard someone mentioning how his Tcells went up to 213, or something like that. The person he was telling congratulated him. I look over to see a truly sad specimen of a man. I don’t say this in a mean way, it just looked WRONG how weak and strangely emaciated he looked. Then someone moved up next to me to pay, and he has a bufallo hump and a mildly but strangely distorted face. I thought, I have to get out of here. It’s evil, it’s wrong, it’s so — wrong! That was the last time I went.
I later emailed the doctor, twice, to get my blood test results. I never got an answer. I wrote again, nothing. By this time, however, I had done a lot of research, and I didn’t care about my Tcell numbers anymore.
However, in the spring of 2011, I did want to test myself again. I went to get a rapid test; well, it still registered me as “positive.” This was a bit of a blow, because I was hoping it might have been the tetanus shot, maybe. But I really wanted to reverse this scarlet letter. I do still want to test again, but everyone tells me it must be anonymous. I’m still in fine health, and have become quite suspicious about the efficacy of all drugs in promoting health.
I guess whenever I hear people declare that a positive result is due to ill health, or inevitably lead to AIDS, I can’t help but say– “Oh yeah??”