March 4th 2023.
(Image Source: https://metro.co.uk) The journey to my diagnosis was long and confusing, which was hardly assisted by the idea that it wasn't a 'modern-day disease'. Hearing the results after nine months of testing was a bittersweet moment – I was relieved that I had a name for my symptoms, yet I knew very little about the condition itself. My symptoms began in early 2022 when I was 27, starting with rapid weight loss. The thought of eating made me queasy, and trying to eat three meals a day seemed impossible. After being made to meticulously keep food diaries and attend therapy groups, my pleas of never being hungry were ignored. As the months progressed, I became sheet white, clothes hung off my skeletal frame and a cough I had been dealing with worsened. It was only when I started hacking up blood in May that I decided to act. I was living with a boyfriend who urged me to go to the hospital, and after being sent home with a diagnosis of pneumonia and a week's course of antibiotics, to little effect, I was fired from my job due to my exhaustion. After a CT scan which showed a raging infection in my lungs, I was given the results that I had tuberculosis. Obviously, I was shocked and refused to accept my diagnosis, and the only option was to take my medicine. Loaded up on 11 antibiotics a day, I was under strict instructions to take them on an empty stomach first thing in the morning. The high dosage made me feel tired, nauseous and incredibly lonely, and my hair started thinning.
(Image Source: https://metro.co.uk) The journey to my diagnosis of tuberculosis was long and confusing, and the relief I felt when I finally had a name to put to my symptoms was mixed with the knowledge that I knew very little about the condition. My symptoms first began with rapid weight loss, and it was assumed that I was suffering from anorexia. As I was made to keep food diaries and attend therapy groups, my pleas of never being hungry were ignored. I was too tired to chew and opt for smoothies and soups to get by, and as the months rolled on, I turned sheet white and a cough I had been dealing with worsened. Only when I started hacking up blood in May last year did I act, and after nine months of testing, a CT scan showed a raging infection in my lungs. I was shocked and refused to accept my diagnosis, but the only option was to take my medicine. I was loaded up on 11 antibiotics a day which made me feel tired, nauseous, and incredibly lonely, and my hair started thinning, with all my bodily fluids turning bright orange.
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