What to do when you get sick with herpes

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.