In January, I got sick with a new kind of herpes virus, one that wasn’t as hard to catch and wasn’t contagious.
The virus was called HSV-1.
It was mild.
My skin was still tender and I had a mild fever.
I wasn’t even too sick to go to the hospital, but my condition didn’t warrant an urgent discharge.
But my partner, a friend, and I were all too tired and stressed out to leave the house, so we decided to go home to the Philippines.
The next day, I went back to the hotel and went straight to the bathroom.
I came back with a red rash.
My partner immediately called the emergency room.
The nurse was very helpful, and the nurse explained to me that I would be taking a blood test that night to check if the virus was going to be detected.
I was told I would have to have an injection for a few days, then I would need to come back to get a regular test.
I was told to do my usual routine: take an ibuprofen, drink a cup of water, and then go to bed.
But as soon as I went to bed, I woke up in the middle of the night.
I woke in a room full of people who had never seen me before.
I started to panic.
I couldn’t get up.
I didn’t know what to do.
I don’t remember what happened afterwards.
I didn’t think about my partner.
I did not even think about our hotel room.
I remember feeling very weak and confused.
It felt like I was dying.
It wasn’t until I was back in the hospital that I realised what had happened.
When I was asked why I had been sick, I told her that I had gone out with friends and had been having sex with someone.
The friend who had just been having unprotected sex with me told me that there was a lot of tension in the relationship and that I should be more careful about what I was doing with my boyfriend.
The doctor asked, “Are you sure you’re not having sex?”
I said yes, but I didn´t think about it.
Then I realised that I couldn´t stop it.
I had to be very careful with what I did, and it was a very hard situation to be in.
The day after I came out to my partner and my friends, I had another infection.
I went straight back to hospital and the nurses there were really kind and kind, but after a while, they started to tell me that they didn’t want to be my doctors anymore.
They said, “We need to go elsewhere.
We can´t do it here anymore.”
They went to a hospital in the city of Quezon City, where there are many doctors.
They told me I could get a second blood test and they could give me a treatment to reduce the spread of HSV.
But I didn t want to do that, because I thought it would make me feel better.
I decided to get an injection and to go back to my hotel.
I got a prescription from a doctor, and he took me to the city where I was staying, to a private clinic where the doctors were.
I took a needle and a syringe, and waited.
And then I got another syringe.
The next day was my last day of hospital stay.
I got back to work on Tuesday.
The doctors said I had no need to be there anymore.
I asked why, because my partners health had improved.
They explained that they had to look after their own families, and that my partner was getting treatment for a very serious infection, which they were trying to treat in my case.
I said, I have to go, but they said, It will be OK, because the hospital will help us get you the treatment you need.
I went home and woke up on Wednesday.
I called my partner that night, and asked her to go with me to my room.
She said that I could stay with her.
I thought, “OK, we can do this.”
I went in, I opened my eyes, and there was someone there.
My girlfriend was sitting in my bed, crying.
I cried myself to sleep.
I told the doctors that I wanted to come with her, and they said no.
I kept crying until I woke my boyfriend and my friend.
I hugged them and cried too.
I knew that I didnt want to get tested, but what could I do?
I was so tired.
The pain was so much that I felt like the doctor would die.
I wanted him to know how much I needed him.
He told me, “You are very strong, but you have to stay with me because we don´t know when you will be able to return to work.”
The doctors told me to go and find a job, but there was no one to help me.
I stayed home and cried until early in the morning.