When an adult suffers from а child’s illness, pain is extraordinary. How did it end of Soviet times, when I caught measles, for three days in bed with a fever of 40 degrees and the heat would die. But then came a medical diagnosis of rubella, led me to a specialist in the life of a few days.

I will never forget those three days – a terrible headache, mist as a whole because of the high temperatures and in three days, not the idea, but the quick death and wanted to. In the hospital I met a man over 50 who told me his story. In addition to being the first story.

I am no longer young, and all my fellow club age often begin to complain of illnesses – some have an ulcer, others – problems of pressure, etc., and I feel like an idiot and can not hold the ball to roll, because they do not have a severe illness. There, I finally fell ill, which made me very happy. “I will heal” – I thought – “I finally have a reason to beat my gums with aces. I was in an isolation ward for contagious Botkin, surrounded by people who Trots Joe and where everyone has their own refuge in his arms. also gave me my own altar. In fact, entered the club. Analyze me, but I found nothing. At that moment came the first reports of HIV-positive people in the newspapers. The first was, as I recall, a man of External Trade Organization – a homosexual. This was the only link with AIDS. When it did not make him their diagnosis of the doctors decided that I had AIDS. And I began to wonder. “Suppose you sleep with pants, Come Clean, we are doctors, after all. I deny that it does not believe me. They say: “Come queer, we can maintain absolute confidentiality. Why spend a week (three weeks, I have above).

I consulted my doctor and say, “Hey, guys, the diagnosis and treatment of me, I can after tomorrow, or I jump, I take out the window – can not resist. The next day he was regularly consult with a doctor walks in error. When examining me, she, without the prior diagnosis of measles rash visible for some reason that meant a correct diagnosis. Before yesterday brought me here and I ‘m fine. I am afraid, only be ashamed, the people about my experience report – that a number of serious diseases to discuss, and I have a childhood disease that is embarrassing to talk about it and even less personal altars and a FAG like me. I must stop.