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So, today is Saturday (already). As I told my supervisor yesterday, on my hand I hope the days go by quickly so that I could stop worrying but on the other hand, I wish I could have time to do my thesis.

I managed to persuade the doctor to let me do the HCV PCR Qualitative test to test for Hep C. It must be God's blessings that she is a gay too! So, the first thing I said to her was: Hmm, I am gay, do you mind? And she answered: I'm gay too :)

But I did lie to her. I didn't tell her that I was put on PEP. Instead I told her that I was exposed to someone who has Hep C. This is because I needed to persuade her to give me the test. Went straight to the pathology after that, and I was actually worried that the 'collector', the guy who drew my blood would not know how to process/store the blood before it was taken to the central lab. So I kept giving some 'reminders' like, 'oh, so you are going to freeze it first right?', 'oh, so what happens after this'. All because I was worried that the test is quite special and someone inexperienced could mess up the sample and the accuracy of the result would be affected.

On Thursday night, I also went to KK and Chris's house. I needed someone to talk to. And I always feel better after seeing them. I know they couldn't do much except to tell me not to worry, but it's the willingness to listen that I needed. Sometimes, you only get to see who are your true friends when you are in trouble.

Friday afternoon, I went to uni to see my supervisor. I apologised for not being able to do much work but I've got the best supervisor. She kept telling me not to feel sorry. She has even spoken to the person in charge of special consideration to ask about possible options for me. So, as I was told, I could either apply for special consideration to have a few weeks extra or apply for a suspension for a semester. I don't know what I should do, I hope I won't need them. Anyway, I will see a counsellor (from a gay support organisation) next week and ask for advice. I emailed the organisation because I believe I will need support to help me through this difficult time. I am worried that I may go insane because sometimes even I realised myself that my thoughts/worries could be irrational.

Skyped mum yesterday. I only told her that I am not feeling right. Only told her that I am stressed and worried about my health. My family know that I am a 'worry worm', but they don't know that this time it's something serious. I couldn't tell them. I could only hint that I may not finish my course at the end of this year, because I am mentally stressed and may apply for extension.


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