Before I get into that, allow me to lay out my plan of attack. I stayed up late last night listening to the recording from my last doctor's visit on the 1st. It turns out that I may have jumped the gun, but everything happens for a reason. The doctor said my cell count was at 170 or 117. It's hard to tell with such a heavy accent. And my viral load was 3,700. That's easily a fluctuation in the testing gap. Either way, it's not that bad. I am going to refer to the first specialist that I saw as Specialist #1 from this point on to avoid confusion. My current doctor will be referred to as my Primary Specialist.
|According to the drug information, it can be used with other antiviral medications.|
|There goes that body fat warning again. You just can't win in the HIV/AIDS medication world. Another side effect is trouble sleeping and tiredness. How the heck is that even possible? That sounds like torture to me.|
I still have not accepted the fact that I am positive. I am floating in disbelief. I have accepted a lot of bad things that have happened to me in my life because it helps with forward movement sometimes. But this one is different. This is the Big Kahuna! When I accept things, I stop trying to change them. I don't want to stop trying. The day that I accept this disease is the day I accept my death.