Monday, August 29, 2011

hospital booboo

I was flipping through the channels and landed on Al Jazeera. World News came up and the report below (not exactly Al Jazeera's though) surprised me. My heart sunk low for the aggrieved patients. Here is a counterpart report of the Associated Press which Washington Times carried.


Taiwan hospital transplants 5 HIV-infected organs

By ANNIE HUANG, Associated Press
Monday, August 29, 2011

TAIPEI, TAIWAN (AP) - One of Taiwan’s best regarded hospitals transplanted organs from an HIV carrier into five patients, a hospital official said Monday, in what appears to be one of the most egregious examples of medical negligence in the island’s modern history.

The five are now being treated with anti-AIDS drugs, said the official at National Taiwan University Hospital in Taipei.

The official spoke on condition of anonymity because she is not authorized to deal with the media.

In a posting on its website over the weekend, the hospital said the mistake occurred because a transplant staffer believed he heard the English word “non-reactive” on the donor’s standard HIV test, which means negative, while the word “reactive” was actually given.

The hospital added that the information on the test result was given over the telephone and was not double-checked, as required by standard operating procedures.

“We deeply apologize for the mistake,” the hospital said.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

that viral giggle

How is he doing it on reverse?

The moment I discovered Anderson Cooper's giggle fit, (meltdown starts at the 2:28 mark, FYI.) I was almost glued to the laptop for hours. Aside from abusing the power of the replay button, Youtube once again resurrected what was once my faint admiration for this media man.

Never mind the long stormy weekend because Mr. Cooper's childish chuckles on AC360 days ago made my day. And more videos of him I saw in Youtube: he and his, Oh! I don't know how to call it. He and Kathy Griffin were especially cute during CNN's New Year celebration. The related videos allowed me to watch his stint when he subbed for Regis Philbin to double with Kelly Rippa, who on this video, cannot contain anymore what probably her hormones were telling her.

Friday, August 26, 2011

cumbersome pills

It was 10 am, an hour before I must take 3TC+AZT. After eating cereals, I went upstairs to wheel away time. I opened the laptop. Dab some words into an empty notepad. Creativity got the best of me that I managed to pull off an entry decent enough for the new blog that I just started.

A moment after, my dad called me for lunch. I begged off and told him I'd be coming down anytime later, but not that time. When I thought that my entry already made sense, I went down, ate lunch, and drank my Vitamin C.

The clock was hanging by the wall to my left. It said 2.30 pm. In a split second, my eyes widened. My neurons were firing on all cylinders.

"Mnemosyne, help me."

Monday, August 22, 2011

matters of disclosure

Disclaimer: A long read, and heavily opinionated. If you only want fun and excitement and do not want to delve with the musings of the HIV world, redirect to Cartoon Network's website. Kidding! (Or am I?).

I was blog-hopping here and there and I came across the blog of Mr. Rebirth. On his last entry, Mr. Rebirth was apprehensive about another blogger (Mr. Other Blogger) who had the balls of posting pictures and profiles of alleged HIV carriers on a gay social community site.

For things to be clear-cut, I stand by Rebirth's reasoning. The other blog, who allegedly made the effort of disclosing "positive" gay guys to inform, if not warn, the public about the presence of still sexually active pozzies in the world wide web, was appalling. It just shatters sensibilities.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

great sundays gone

This has becoming a concern for me. Weekly, there would always be a trial, and they always crop up every Sabbath day. So I ask: Will I face every Sunday with agitation?

As of writing, I just had my breakfast and a couple of rants to my mom. Patches of rashes have appeared once again. For someone who has been nearly dead sick on the bed for at least a month because of different gradations of rashes, this is frustrating. Very. Frustrating.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

round two

Two days after my last post, I would have known that I was only led through the eye of the storm for the second wave of Nevirapine rash hit me once again.

Sunday, August 7, I woke up to a usual pain, so usual that when I saw my torso in blistering red once again, my spirit sunk low. I immediately texted my doctor: "May rashes na naman po ako." She agreed to see me next day first thing in the morning. For the time being, she prescribed me again round-the-clock of paracetamol. Good thing for paracetamols they don't affect the brain, for if they did, I'm already drugged to death.

Friday, August 5, 2011

most unkindest cut

Even if I haven't fully recovered yet and the danger of having a mild headache could be underway, I will recount how God did not listen to my prayers and how the devil seemed to get a clutch on me.

Exactly a week after my birthday, I woke up to serious body and joint pains. I thought it was too abnormal because whoever got tired after sleeping. I'm already having a clue about what I am already experiencing but I'm trying to dismiss it.