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Prison story 2

Blinded to reality

Laugh if you must at what you are about to read but to me, I am just glad that you have taken the time out to read it.

I was told in OS that i had hep C and i just shrugged it off like you would a cold or sore throat, nothing to worry about. The n my girlfriend said that i should go and find out more so i did. I found out i was geno type 3 and so on and so on bla bla bla. Personally, i was just goig through the motions to please the girlfriend. Treatment was offered and i never took the option up.

I carried on using heroin, injecting as much as I could and for all you users who state you are safe injecting – open your eyes to reality – we all cut corners somewhere along the line (it happens).
My life carried on along this road and I shared cooking up, spoons, filters etc. Never shared a pin. Once, but hep C is such a crafty little bugger that unlike HIV that dies quite soon air-borne hep C bites without you knowing and how do we know if we or anyone we are with have it? We don’t because the effects of the drugs leave you feeling lethargic, withdrawn and forgetful and these are also what hep C do!

In 2008 I gave up the drugs and was still feeling like I didn’t have any energy, tired and always having spots and cuts that took forever to heal. This was due to the hep C and my body becoming best of friends – my liver had started to deteriorate and life was pretty shit.

I took the steps that I should have taken in 2005 in May 2009, I was re-tested and I had won first prize in what happens when you leave things too long. In Oz I was given 98% chance of clearing the virus but this time I was type 1and only had the odds of 50/50 ouch! What do you do? Is it worth going through the hassle of treatment for them odds?

I questioned the options over and over again but what did I have to lose?

I was introduced to Jayne Dodd, she’s hard work but once you get to know her she’s a star. Treatments started and at first things were great but then life became unbearable. I wanted to top myself, I didn’t want to do anything, I couldn’t sleep and the mood swings were frequent. I became angry, I wasn’t nice to be around, I had nose bleeds, flu like symptoms and my gut ached from the injections once a week. It was a pain taking the pills every day, dried skin and hair and I went enemic, I lost weight etc.

This went on and on and then to add to it all, the depression meant I saw a mental health nurse. I was then told that I had cleared the virus, I needed telling twice because the rain cloud had lifted. Treatment continued for a while and then stopped. I have now been off the treatment for over 3 months and my life has really changed. I have put on weight. My health feels great, I enjoy going to the gym and it is worth waking up in the morning. I laugh more than I argue and for once people enjoy being around me.

If you are just thinking about it or are scared, please trust in what you are about to achieve. And as I said laugh if you must, but laugh at beating the virus – not at the facts you have just read.
Thanks for reading.