Welcome

In this page I will

try to tell you about

a day in the life

of a person living

with HIV and cronic

Hep B.


THIS PAGE CONTAINS SOME ADULT MATERIAL!!!!!!!!!

This page will always be under construction. I will update it as often as I can. I would like to start a page of animated red ribbons. If you have one or more please let me know. I would like to get as many as I can. I will link the new ribbon page to this one so anyone can use the ribbons. Thank you for your help and support.


First a little about me in general

I was born and raised in a small town in the Northeastern corner of the U.S. I was a very young boy when I first saw other boys as, lets say "fun" to "play with". Yes I knew when I was about 8 years old that I was Not going to be like the rest of the boys in my class. In 1971 it was not cool to be an 8 year old gay boy. Hell I diden't even know what Gay was. All I knew was that Boys were fun to look at. I would tell you that I had an average childhood, but being gay 27 years ago you stood little chance of having an average anything. I was the subject of my classmates bantering and crule jokes. I did however survive them and grew stronger for it. I struggled through school and graduated in 1983 at the age of 19. As a 19 year old gay man I found the impulse to see the world irresistible. I had to get out of that town and away from those people! So off I went, on a journey that had not direction or destination. With only the urge to see and do it all I set forth on the Trip that would become My life. By the way if you are young and have this urge, please take it from me, BE CAREFUL !!! Well for those of us who have already been 19 and on our own, know what see and do it all means. 19, new to the world of gay living, sex drive in OVER drive, So much to learn, so many to learn it from.... It was during this time that the greatest mistakes of my life were made. Well not all of them by any means, but the one that brought me here, to write this page, on this subject, was made then. Do I know who, or exactly when I was infected? Only God knows that for sure. I was busy "learning" would be a nice way to put it. Lovers, boy friends, Dates rose and fell, during this time, like a cat on a greased pole. ( no offence intended to cat lovers) It was some where around 1985 that the news came to me. "That test we did on you? The HIV one? It came back Positive." Then, as it is now, those words are a fate worse than death it's self. Then very little was known about HIV and AIDS. What they did know was that Most of the people who were positive would die a nasty death and in most cases soon. WOW that was a load to dump on a 20 year old young man. Would I ever see 25??? Would I ever do the things I wanted to do with my life?? Would I ever....??? For those of you who have never been told this, it's the worst time of your life. So many question, no answers. Panic, fear, more panic, and even greater fear race through you like a wild horse in front of a hungry cougar. Questions race through you at speeds so fast you can only catch a glimps of them as they pass. Who? When? How? Where? Why ME???? What do I do NOW??? How long do I have left??? A deep breath. A good cry. A lot of soul searching. I spent many days down by the lake on the peir, looking out over the water searching for the answers. Days passed, weeks passed, then months. Lost in a world of self pitty, unaware that the world was going on without me, I lost track of time. The only memory I have of this time is the sun on the water, watching the ripples of the water come and go as the sun rose and set. It was a good friend who came to me one day, (Thank you David) and sat beside me at the waters edge. He aske me if I was dead yet. I said no not yet. then came the words that brought me back to this world, "Then stop acting like it." He got up and walked away. Damn I was alive!!! I did have a life !!! All I had to do was live it. And so I did. I was positive and all I had to do was to find something positive about each new day. The very first thing I look to find positive about each day is that I am in fact alive. 15 years later I still live only to find the positive in each day.

Over the last few years things have not gone well for me. My infection has become trouble some at best. I was also told that I have Cronic Hep B. Nearly three years ago I filed for disability. I am still to this day fighting for it now. I have not been able to work for the last 3 years. Thus I have no income, save for what the state gives me and that would not feed my dogs, Say nothing about me.

There that should put us up to date for the most part. In the following days, weeks, months, I will tell you of the day to day struggles and joys I will and do face.

Please sign my guest Book it is important for me to know that people are really reading this. Perhaps some one might even learn some thing from it, Understand what a friend is going through, Stop and think about what I go through and not make the mistake I did. That would be the best thing I could ever do with this page.


Before I begin there is more I feel you need to know. For the most part it would help if you knew what has happened to me in the last 2 and a half years.

After I left work, the lover I was with and I began to have trouble. Sex was the most of the problem. I became increasingly uncomfortable with having sex. We were both HIV positive but he did not have Hep-B. I did not want to put him at risk any more than he had been. He refused to use a condom and things went down hill from there. This was to be the start of the hard times. To My doctors, it became more clear that I would not be able to go back to work. My mind was beginning to feel the effects of the HIV and the Hep-B. I became more agitated and less social. I was also suffering from extreme diarrhea and unbearable stomach cramps. Very bad head aches became a daily fact to face. After long talks with My doctors it was determined that it was time to start medication. Over the next 12 months I would go through such drugs as; Viramune, Zerit, Crixivan, Epivir, Norvir and drugs to treat depression such as Paxil, Zoloft and Serzone. These were take in many different combinations. Some of them worked for a month or two and then lost ground. In the end all failed to provide the much disired affect. I chose to go off the drugs and give my body time to recuperate. I am still off all drugs.

During this 12 months I had begun my claim for disability upon the advice of my Doctors. My initial claim was denied as soon as it was received. At least within a month. I appealed and 6 months later it too was denied. I requested a hearing in front of a judge. He found I was in fact unable to do the work, yet denied my claim all the same. it was sent to the board of appeals and they returned it to the judge saying they disagreed with him. I now await for his determination.

This last year has been enough stress to drive a herd of racing turtles over a cliff to plunge into the rocks below. I would have cracked long ago had it not been for a guy that I met on the net. He answered an ad I put in the classified. He was the only one who stayed with me even through the truth. The whole truth. He has become the light in the dark. He is my best friend. He does not fear my illness nor does he fear my touch as so many do when they hear those three letters H I V. He brings such joy to my life. He is one of the thing I look forward to seeing each week. You will hear of him often in this page. His name is Shawn. Ok that should put us at as close to current as we need to be for the moment. Click on a link below to go on.

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