The begining, an HIV test

Jan wanted me to get an HIV test before we could have sex. She had been having epileptic seizures and had to haveant blood tests regularly and did not want to go through the anxiety of worrying about HIV. I agreed to the test and went downtown to a small needle exchange just off market square. I went in the evening with my friend Susan who had decided that she  should also get tested.

I was felt fine until the nurse told me how they would reveal the results. They would take you into a room and flip over a card showing if you were HIV positive or negative. For the next two-weeks I worried was I sick? What if I had HIV? What would my life be like it would be ruined. I would be sick in a hospital bed, isolated and in pain. I was 21 and these two-weeks passed quickly, however they were the beginnings of my struggle with hypochondria. A condition that would really develop 5 years later.