One, two, three, four, five, six, seven – All good children go to heaven. Seven pills now instead of four – hells teeth! Feels like a backward step. They are all lined up in one of those pill boxes from the pound shop. They’ve been there for over a week. I’ve been procrastinating – any excuse. But the time has come my HIV specialist has declared to change meds – kidney function going down, down, down, down. Don’t want to change I love Truvada.
Here we go, first one down the hatch – thought I’d talk to you whilst I was doing it. Starting a new med regime is quite terrifying, you never know how those dudes (thought I’d go a bit American at this point) are going to affect you. Just think of them like vitamins everyone keeps saying. Yeah right – vitamins aren’t toxic as far as I know.
I’ve been reading some surveys about people who had late diagnosis and high viral load (like me) who started on meds then came off them and ten years later are still undetectable. Wish I could do that but would never dare take the risk. On the other hand like Eliza Doolittle sang, “Oh wouldn’t it be lovely.”
Maybe once my kidneys are working properly again I’ll get back into regular blogging, but as Willo my friend and neighbour says, you can’t blame your kidneys for everything especially for not doing the cleaning. I can!
Truvada has been my old and trusty friend over the last few years and I don’t want to say goodbye to it. I also said goodbye to another old and trusty friend today. RIP to my old Mondeo which was carted off to the knackers yard. Hope the same thing doesn’t happen to me on these new meds. I am now for the first time in my life carless as opposed to careless – wish I couldn’t careless but I do. Anyone know of any cheap motors for sale?
