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CD4 count – 11/12

It’s been quite a while since my last blog post. Been quite busy recently with lotsa stuff. Just a brief update on my treatment, my CD4 count rose to 251 after more than a year on ARVs. The doctors at San Lazaro H4 says that I’m responding well to my treatment. Though for me, I’m still not quite content with this count. Gotta push with healthy living. I need to stop smoking hoping to boost my count further up.

That’s it for now!

Almost two months ago, I finally got my 3rd CD4 count — 97. Officially, I have full-blown AIDS. I have started my medication a week ago and will be posting the details of the recent incidents in the upcoming days.

2nd CD4 count…

I finally got my CD4 count result this afternoon after almost a year. From 424 baseline, my count dropped to 366. Not bad given the mere reduction of 56 despite my stress level. In fact, I can consider myself lucky. Other people loose 200 in three to six months. I guess having a positive outlook in life and being a happy person helped a lot.

I also got my HCV and RPR results. Both are non-reactive. Yay!

Dra. D advised me to go back to H4 next week to consult with Dra. A if I need to start taking ARV medication or not. If I were to choose, I’d rather not take any medications yet until it’s needed.

Back from a bed rest

I have been out of circulation in the past few weeks. Busy with work, buffing up myself, and with socials that I forgot my limitations and the fact that I’m a pozzie. My body had finally succumbed to my weak immunity. I was down with the flu that started up as a bacterial inflammation of my tonsils. The past four days was an eye-opener for me. Ages ago, a simple tonsilitis won’t even develop into a more serious disease. In fact, bed rest and fluid intake would simply serve as cure. But now, a simple disease leads to further complications with extreme adverse effects. My dad even gave me a much more potent antibiotic as the one I’ve been taking before isn’t doing me any good anymore.

After 3 days of bed rest, I’ll be able to report back to work tomorrow. I have to refrain from straining myself from work and other physical activities until I have fully recovered. This three-day bed rest has been very beneficial to me as I was able to invigorate myself and retreat from the daily routine stressful activities. When I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, Although It seemed that I lost a few pounds, I look well-rested and fresher.

I have to regularly remind myself that I am no longer my old self. I’m getting older and my immunity getting weaker. I don’t want to start taking my ARV medication yet. I have to keep my CD4 high. Thus, I really need to take good care of myself.

That’s what my bestfriend reminded me through SMS a few minutes ago. I will have to take a retreat from my lifestyle:

1. Out of town beach trips almost every weekend
2. Inuman with my barkada every Sunday night, or anytime my friends invite me to go out (given that I have work the following day)
3. Date with my partner after work on Tuesday night ’til sunrise (will need to report to work the same morning)
4. Chain smoking
5. Sleep deprivation on weekdays being a hardcore insomniac
6. Stressful nature of my job

I have come to a realization that I’m writing my own death sentence. I have lived by the phrase carpe diem — seize the day; living my life to the fullest. Time is short and given my condition as a pozzie, every minute of my life matters. I have two options — enjoy my colorful bachelor life painted with travel and parties, or take things slow to prolong my life. The prior one is enticing. But I love myself, my family, and my friends. I want to grow old with them thus, I’m gonna need to sacrifice the fun part of my life. Hence on, I resolve to balance things between my health and fun.

Just got back from another beach escapade with my best friend and his buddy somewhere in Visayas. and as of now, I’m having an asthma attack. I smoked too much. During the trip, we just had four to five hours of sleep everyday. When I got back last Sunday, I slept the whole afternoon and then went out with my barkada till the wee hours. Despite the asthma and the medication I’m taking, I still had the guts to smoke and drink with them. These are the things that I need to change. I don’t want to regret what my CD4 count will be in November when I’m going to have my next blood extraction for my routine CD4 count monitoring.

I have started working out. But it’ll be no use if I’m gonna stick to this lifestyle. I have to start taking care of my health and general wellness. Thanks bestie for reminding me. I love you friend!

virgin coconut oil…

Dr. Conrato Dayrit conducted a study in the late 90’s on the medicinal value of Virgin Coconut Oil to AIDS/HIV patients. Somewhat recognized by the international scientific community, taking one tablespoon or 15ml of VCO for three times a day on a daily basis reduced the test subjects’ viral loads and CD4 counts significantly given its antiviral, antibacterial, antimicrobial, and antiprotozoal properties. You may check this website for further details or download Dr. Dayrit’s actual case study here.

After doing further research and countless consultations my medical practitioner peers, it seems that this alternative supplement looks promising. I bought 5 bottles of banana-flavored VCO from the supermaket last week and I have been taking it for three consecutive days now. I’m planning to take this regimen for the upcoming five months until I get my next routine CD4 count. I’m praying and hoping that this will help me maintain my current baseline count and better if it’ll boost up my current immunity level.

some kind of a good news…

Got a SMS from my ex, King, this morning. He already got his baseline CD4 count from H4 — 586. Yey!

I have mentioned in my blog entry before that I have told everyone about my status except for this particular ex-partner of mine. Let’s call him BB (that’s how I call him when we were still together.) I have attempted to tell him about it two weeks ago in person over coffee but my schedule didn’t permit us. Last Friday, I chanced upon him online on Facebook and I finally decided that I have to tell him about it. Surprisingly, he took it as if it’s nothing serious. He just assured me that everything will be fine as my CD4 count is still high and he guarantees my confidentiality given that he is a medical practitioner.

Yesterday afternoon, I posted my itinerary on Facebook. He popped me after a few and then asked if he could join me. I told him to meet me at around 9pm after work so we could catch up with each other. When I got off from work, I got to our meeting place ahead of time and he was late as usual. After almost 15 minutes of waiting, I saw someone walking towards me. It’s BB. I hardly noticed that it was him except for his eyes and smile. He looked so different – so thin and worn out. Words failed me. After the usual greeting, we walked towards the car in unusual silence and drove over to a restaurant somewhere in QC.

I wasn’t expecting that our dinner will be full of revelations. The reason why he was also eager to meet me in person is that he was intending to tell me the same thing that I was planning to tell him. He’s also HIV positive. and in his case, he found out about his status when he was hospitalized because of Pneumonia last January for three weeks. Prior to that, he had frequent flu and headache. And as a doctor, he was self-medicating. He took steroids which actually worsened his situation activating the pneumonia, and staphylococcus aureus (brain abscess). The later almost paralyzed him as if he had stroke. Until now, he has difficulty talking. The same condition explain why he walks in an awkward kind of way. His baseline CD4 count – 16. Currently he’s under ARV medication and I’m praying that his condition stabilizes ASAP.

While we were discussing about our past, our disease, and what’s in store for our future, another ex of mine texted. Let’s call him King (his SACCL screen name). I asked him if he would like to meet a friend of mine who’s also a pozzie. And when he agreed, BB and I went to his pad. Two of my most loved ex-partners of my life under one roof. And given that in the past, King despises BB that even in the time when he needed medical attention, he got furious at me for contacting BB. Funny that the three of us share the same fate and all that we could do is to hold on to each other — support each other as fellow pozzies.

King shared his night to us. He had told his father about his status the very same time that BB and I were having dinner. And another surprise. From being a spiritual person, he has finally converted to Christianity. You can read about it on his blog entry. We shared insights about HIV, our plans, how we told our beloved ones, etc. That one hour flew so fast. We had to go home as BB needed to take his medication and I had to sleep early for the next day’s engagements. We bid each other goodbye and then dropped off BB at his house.

Life is full of surprises. and mostly, they come unexpected. I’ll blog about my reflections while I was driving home that night later. This is it for the night. I still can’t move on with last night’s revelations.

my CD4 count…

Finally, I was able to wake up early this morning to go to San Lazaro for my post-laboratory test consultation and to get my CD4 count — my first official OPD day experience. I got at H4 pavillion at around 8am and to my surprise, I was almost the 20th patient in line. The nurse requested for my screen name and patient number for enlistment and then proceeded with the routine monitoring stuff — body weight, body temperature, blood pressure, and pulse rate. After which, I had nothing to do but wait until my name is called. Luckily, the head medical technician from SACCL was invited by the Head doctor to orient people on what CD4 and Viral load testing is all about and their cost implications. A little distraction from boredom. In the middle of her spiel, the nursing assistant called me in to the consultation room.

I handed over my laboratory results to the doctor in charge. After quickly browsing through the figures, she smiled at me and told me that it’s nice that everything’s normal except for the UTI. She wrote me a prescription for ciprofloxacin for my medication and then told me to present her prescription to the nurse at the reception to get my free meds for five days. She handed me another prescription for urinalysis that I need to take once I have completed my medication and told me to drink plenty of fluids, in particular, water.

After our short discussion, the doctor finally handed me the paper containing the result of my CD4 count taken two weeks ago. And to my surprise, it’s just a little below normal — 424. The normal CD4 count of HIV-negative people ranges between 500 and 1600. She told me not to be complacent of my health given that I know that my CD4 count is still high. It’s quite a relief. I left DOH smiling and promising to myself that I won’t risk my health anymore with the my unhealthy lifestyle. Which translates to no more smoking, drinking, stress and sleep deprivation. I need to maintain my CD4 count at that level.

procrastinating…

I’m supposed to go back to H4 this morning to get my CD4 count test result and have a consultation with Dr. A regarding my blood chemistry, and other laboratory test results. But I found it so hard to get out of bed this morning. I opted to take a few more hours of sleep than being an OPD patient in the H4 pavillion in this hellish weather. I swear to myself that next week, I will be there for my consultation. I need to know my CD4 count ASAP. No more delays and attack of katamaran. Besides, I need to get a presciption for the medication of my Urinary tract infection. Though we have a doctor in the family, I need to know which medication to take given that I can’t risk taking drugs that could have adverse effect on my health that could possibly give the virus a higher level of resistance. I haven’t gotten the list of meds that I am allowed to take and the list that I have to avoid. Better be safe the sorry. So next week…