My HIV Diary: Food for Thought, Week 46
Ryan Dixon (a.k.a former porn star Kameron Scott) has started taking HIV medication. He’s keeping a diary of his experience.
Being in my mid-20’s isn’t easy, add HIV on top of that and we have one hell of a complicated life. I’m making the best out of the hand life has dealt me and the decisions I’ve made along the way. Writing helps free my mind. Hopefully these words will help you understand the plight of others like myself, and inspire you to live each and every day in the moment.
Week 46 (July 12 – July 18)
I could not be happier to be where I am in my life right now. Living these last five years in South Florida has taught me a lot about where to go and where to turn to in times of need. I don’t know how I’d be managing my HIV status living in other parts of this country. The resources and healthcare systems in the Tri-County area are unmatched when it comes to taking care of people living with HIV and AIDS.
Case in point: I’ve been having some terrible stomach issues the last week. To spare the details we’ll just say my symptoms were not so pleasant. I’ve been getting back to a healthier diet thanks to friends constantly having me for dinner. I’ve talked to my medicine study doctor and my infectious disease doctor about what I’ve been feeling and the changes I’ve made to what I’m eating and how I’m taking my meds.
I have an appointment scheduled at the beginning of August to go have tests done to see if in actually suffering from food allergies. Wheat, diary and tomatoes are all on a list of possible culprits. Allergies are sometimes heightened when another ailment is attacking the body, such as my HIV. I’ve most likely been allergic to one or more food items for my entire life, but when an affliction that primarily takes place in your digestive system develops, it can complicate an already existent problem.
I’m not expecting to leave the appointment in a plastic bubble, but I do expect to have to yet again make changes to my life to accommodate my HIV status. If cutting my intake of tomatoes is what has to be done, then fine by me. If only this could have happened when my mother would force feed me Brussels sprouts as a kid.