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Thinking of telling my family about this whole situation is making me CRY. If I tell them I hooked up and I was lied to, I& #39;m a degenerate -- but if I tell them about the possible HIV exposure and the pills, I start a fucking crisis.
I just want to fucking disappear and not have to think about this mess!!
My pharmacist& #39;s reactions haven& #39;t been helping. She& #39;s this sweet lady that I& #39;ve known for over a decade, and when I told her about why I needed PEP, her jaw dropped and she got a poker face. The next day, she made a simple error and forgot to order Isentress...
...(which is one of the parts of PEP). I wasn& #39;t perturbed by it because I knew the prescription could be transferred, but she said to me "I feel like I& #39;m killing you. I& #39;m so sorry".
My family, the pharmacist, and the very real threat of me contracting an immune-damaging virus IS A LITTLE TOO MUCH FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH
Not to mention the original doctor I saw was such a BITCH. She rudely asked me "do you even know what [PEP] is?", "where did you find out about [PEP]?" -- I just shocked. I told her I didn& #39;t want bloodwork until I got her opinion on whether I needed the pills or not...
...and she comes back a few minutes later and prescribed me the pills and said I was free to go! I was appalled at the simple lack of basic fucking compassion and understanding of her profession. Oh well, never seeing her again.
