When an adult is suffering from an illness of a child, is extremely painful. As it took me to the end of the Soviet period, when happened to measles, was confined to bed for three days with a heat fever of 40 ° C and wanted to die. But then came a doctor, measles was diagnosed in a hospital specialist and I live in a few days.
I will always remember no thought, but fast and desired death those three days – a terrible headache, General Muzziness due to high temperatures and in three days. In the hospital, I met a man of about 50 who told her medical history. More narration is the first person.
I'm not young and often begin my age club mates argues his illness-some have ulcer, others-printing problems and so on. And sit like an asshole, and don't keep the ball rolling by then not have any serious illnesses. It finally fall sick, that made me really happy. "heal me"-I thought-"so finally I have a good reason to beat the gum with my ACEs". I found surrounded only by Trotta developers and where everyone has their own altar in their coat of arms myself into a contagious isolation wards of Botkin with Joe. I was also my altar. It really was. Analyze me, but nothing can be found. During this time, people first appeared in the newspapers of HIV-positive. The first, as far as I remember, a member of the Organization of foreign trade was homosexual. This was the only association with AIDS. After a diagnosis doctors have decided that I had AIDS. And started to put me on the issue. "I suppose you are sleeping with the pants, cleaned, we doctors finally come". I do not deny this but they believe me. You say: "come, fennel, maintain the medical confidentiality". It is therefore a week (in three weeks, I have to) pass.
Come to my doctor and say: "Okay, guys, make a diagnosis and treatment of me, I can take, on the day after tomorrow, otherwise I'll jump out the window-handle will." The next day, keep a regular Council if accidentally wanders into a pediatrician. Study on me, and procedure of Ruben without visible hives for any reason that prevents you from making the right diagnosis. The day before yesterday I was here and now, I'm fine. The only thing that saddened over am, is that it is also shameful, the men of my experience-say various serious diseases and I discuss an illness of the child, which is a shame not to mention personal altars and like me go for a jerk. Therefore, I must hold my tongue.
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