Hi
I just discovered this site a few minutes ago. I feel like a diseased monster.
This was one of the worst instances of my life. This is my first soul-crushing—I mean outbreak.
I just visited my family overseas for two weeks in the Mediterranean and it’s when I was on the plane-ride back did I start to feel a discomforting, razorburn-like pain. However with razor-burn, usually the pain goes away, not intensifies and shoots down your right leg and into your stomach.
After three agonizing days of trudging back and forth to work, and thinking up worst-case-scenarios of whether or not I had parasites, (I do! I must! I ate so much pork!)
I FINALLY went to the Hospital on a Saturday night.
When I went to the ER, someone upstairs in the clouds must’ve thought it was funny to give me a grad student? I’ll call her Doctor-Baby. The Doctor-Baby was rude and told me to bend over. She told my boyfriend to leave the room.
She looked at my ass and without missing a beat called in her MALE supervisor to look also. Doctor-Baby already knew. She said she knew to me also but she wanted a “second opinion”. Freakin’ awesome. It’s not terrible enough that they LOVE to diagnose people with incurable, life changing, heart stoppingly terrible illnesses with not a single wrinkle of emotion on their faces, but to get a gaggle of doctors around to make the patient feel like a zoo animal? That’s at least how I felt. The parent of Doctor-Baby left, told my boyfriend to come in, and now it was just me and her.
She said plainly,
“It looks to me like Genital Herpes.”
“WHAT?!?!”
I promptly flipped out. I cried. I couldn’t even look at her. She told me to lower my voice.
My boyfriend was saying something inaudible. I continued to cry for probably a few hours while a few nurses came in and they asked me questions but I don’t remember what I said.
I just remember wondering,
“Why? Why me? I’ve never had an outbreak before, wouldn’t I have had an outbreak before?
I feel like a slut. I am so filthy. I am so sorry. I hate my life. I hate myself.
Right as I think I am out, I am right back in…”
FF>> MONDAY. I had some blood taken, and due to my lack of appetite, I had not eaten much over the last three days, and I had passed out. I went to a GP and a Dermatologist and they were unsure if it was Herpes 1 or Shingles.
SHINGLES?! There’s a chance I’m not a total whore?! Let’s explore all options! Yes!
FF>>MONDAY. It’s Herpes More crying continued. More feeling worthless continued. I felt less bad though, because this was because my boyfriend had a coldsore (given to him by his mum) and I got it from him MOST LIKELY. I had to deal with him feeling guilty for a full day. I took him to my therapist, and he dealt with “feelings.”
FF>>TODAY. I received a call from my GP. She speaks a nautical-mile a minute, but what I DID gather from our phone conversation was not good. She told me that though I am currently recovering from Herpes 1, I actually do have antibodies for Herpes 2 in my blood as well and that I’ve been fighting it for quite a time. I stood rooted in place. I couldn’t move. I was speechless. I was completely and totally dumbfounded at this news. I told her I’ve NEVER had any outbreaks of ANY kind EVER. And she explained something about immunity? This was not just confusing, but dizzying and terrifying.
Right as I think I’m out, I am right back in…
I am back in the truck, struggling to breathe, the gun is next to me, and my wrists are being held down.
My arm is broken. He didn’t care. He filmed it the whole time.
One of those guys had HSV2 and I’m not sure who it was. I told my boyfriend after the doctor called me to tell me the news of having antibodies for Herpes 2. Stupid move? Probably. But if it means not spreading it, I don’t care. I still feel worthless though.