Weak
Things really started to get worse as my body begins to weaken.
I remember last year (September 2013), when suddenly I lost almost 14 percent of my body weight. I really felt like I'm dying. I was admitted in the hospital due to dry cough, shortness of breath, slight fever and fatigue. At first, I thought it was just a normal cough, but later, I found out it was already a serious illness. I was diagnosed to have a PCP (Pneumocystis Carinii Pneumonia). When I found out that it was Pneumonia, I was really afraid that this might be the end of my life.
Though, I was sooo weak that time, my family is still there to comfort me. But above all, I get my everyday strength to God.
When I got admitted in the hospital, the doctor immediately suspects that I'm a poz. They asked me a few questions that pertains to my sexual habit. They asked me if I had any unprotected sex and how many guys I had sex with. At first, I tried to be very discreet to them very careful of not disclosing my status. But then I realized, if I do not disclose my status, they might have difficulty providing me with the right treatment. So eventually, I decided to disclose to them that I'm a poz. One thing I have requested to my attending physician is to not to mention anything about my status to my dad and to my relatives.
A week has passed but my health still hasn't shown any improvement. Every time my doctor asked questions about my history (pertains to sexual experience), they asked my relatives and my dad to step out of the room. So my dad asked me, why do they need to leave the room whenever the doctor talks to me? I told him not to worry coz everything is ok.
It has been almost 2 weeks of being bed ridden when everything started to get well. I was discharged from the hospital. When we arrived home, my dad confronted me about my real condition. I have no choice but to disclose to him. We both cried and he felt disappointed since he did not want me to ruin everything that I worked hard. I was never really close to my dad, but that moment, I felt so thankful to have him as my father. He never got mad at me. I was really touched when he said that he will help me fight this disease. I felt so relieved.
After that dramatic day, me and my dad went to San Lazaro hospital to introduce him to my ID doctor. The good thing was, one of the healthworkers provided a free counseling about HIV/AIDS, so he will be able understand the disease itself.
With all the things happened to me, I am still lucky to have a second chance to live and I'm lucky to have a dad that is very supportive and caring.
Though, I was sooo weak that time, my family is still there to comfort me. But above all, I get my everyday strength to God.
When I got admitted in the hospital, the doctor immediately suspects that I'm a poz. They asked me a few questions that pertains to my sexual habit. They asked me if I had any unprotected sex and how many guys I had sex with. At first, I tried to be very discreet to them very careful of not disclosing my status. But then I realized, if I do not disclose my status, they might have difficulty providing me with the right treatment. So eventually, I decided to disclose to them that I'm a poz. One thing I have requested to my attending physician is to not to mention anything about my status to my dad and to my relatives.
A week has passed but my health still hasn't shown any improvement. Every time my doctor asked questions about my history (pertains to sexual experience), they asked my relatives and my dad to step out of the room. So my dad asked me, why do they need to leave the room whenever the doctor talks to me? I told him not to worry coz everything is ok.
It has been almost 2 weeks of being bed ridden when everything started to get well. I was discharged from the hospital. When we arrived home, my dad confronted me about my real condition. I have no choice but to disclose to him. We both cried and he felt disappointed since he did not want me to ruin everything that I worked hard. I was never really close to my dad, but that moment, I felt so thankful to have him as my father. He never got mad at me. I was really touched when he said that he will help me fight this disease. I felt so relieved.
After that dramatic day, me and my dad went to San Lazaro hospital to introduce him to my ID doctor. The good thing was, one of the healthworkers provided a free counseling about HIV/AIDS, so he will be able understand the disease itself.
With all the things happened to me, I am still lucky to have a second chance to live and I'm lucky to have a dad that is very supportive and caring.
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