“Your infection looks like the stubborn type,” the doctor said after I complained about the inefficacy of the drugs he prescribed. “Really?” I asked looking worried. “Yes,” the doctor replied. “Hope you took the drugs as prescribed?” “Yes I did but the symptoms didn’t disappear,” I replied.
The doctor cringed his face in thought. If only I could tell him that my problem wasn’t physical but supernatural. I sat back and stared on. The doctor conducted a second pelvic examination and noticed that the area had grown worse. “This is unbelievable,” he muttered to himself while I wore back my clothes. This time he gave me an injection and wrote another set of drugs for me and I thanked him and left.
It wasn’t until I came back the third time a week later with more severe symptoms that he recommended that I go for HIV test. It must have skipped his memory the first and the second time but not the third time. Reluctantly, I collected the form for the test and headed for the lab. I didn’t know initially that the form was for HIV test till I got to the lab and some nurses started counselling us.
I felt like turning back and postponing the test till a later date. After the counselling, we went in one after the other to have our blood samples collected and tested. My legs trembled as I sat on the bench waiting for the result to come out. I was seated on the bench deep in thought when someone tapped me from behind and I turned and saw Stella, my former roommate, seating behind me and waiting for her own result. She had so much emaciated and her cheek and collar bones stood out. “What are you doing here?” I stupidly asked raising my brow.
“The same thing you’re doing here,” she retorted looking away. The atmosphere was tense and we didn’t know what to discuss. “Hope everything is fine?” I asked. “Yes it is,” she replied. “And you?” “Fine too,” I replied and faced my front afterwards. Thirty minutes later, the results came out and one of the nurses called me to come inside and collect mine. My heart thumped about recklessly within my chest as I went in to collect the result. The nurse’s face had this blank expression on it that betrayed no emotion. I was visibly trembling as the nurse handed the white piece of paper to me. It took me 20minutes to gather courage and look at the result.
Many things ran through my mind: my family, my mother, my academics, my unspent cash in the bank, my properties and on and on. How would I explain to my mum that I ended up HIV positive? My legs wobbled as the thought ran through my mind. At long last, I peered into the white piece of paper and behold, I was HIV negative…
I went back to the doctor with the result beaming with smiles and looking relieved. “It came out negative right?” The doctor asked smiling back at me. “Yes doc it did,” I replied still smiling. I handed the white sheet of paper to him and he looked at it and nodded happily. The doctor then wrote a third set of drugs for me and I thanked him and went home