While I’ve always been the type who always plays safe, but there were rare occasions where folks got carried away and safety was thrown to the wind.
Most times when I make up my mind to go for the test the fears comes in 3d.
Last week I happened to come across someone who told short stories about the matter and said it’s better to know ones status than let sh#*t get full blown .
I finally summoned courage went with a close friend of mine…
Samples where taken and I started sweating … even with the air conditioning in the waiting room I was soaked up.
After 40 minutes a lab attendant walked past me and the look he gave me was something else.
He went to the dude who was supposed to give me my results an was talking in low tones .
I died and resurrected , died and resurrected again.
I was just Starring at every one and bracing myself for whatever was about to happen.
After a while , the lab man summoned me and was quiet for like 100000000000000 seconds ( it might have been just 5 seconds but it felt like forever).
He then said " congratulations young man , you are negative, but try not to have a history that will get you worked up like this"…
People , I actually celebrated oo .
Note: HIV is not a death sentence, and avoid stigmatising people living with HIV. Abstaining is best form of staying safe but if you must play, get a rubber.
I’m not a health worker , wish I could write more .