March 27th, 2009. Went into the the E.R. for what I thought was a bad reaction to a flea bite. I was sure that it was the issue. All of the doctors that I spoke with kept telling me that it was more than I what I was telling them. One of the doctors told me that I should go ahead and take a HIV test just to be on the safe side. I accepted to the test thinking that I was in the clear. Because in my eyes I know that it could not be and that I was fine when it came to that. I waited for an hour for the test results to come back and was just thinking that this was pointless and all they need to give me was a shot and some pain killers. Boy was I wrong. One of the doctors called me into the room and clossed the door. She told me that my blood work had all the markers for having HIV. I didnt know what to think; faint, scream, cry, etc. But I held it together and when she asked me do I have any questions I asked her what do I do now. She simply told me to find a clinic and sign up. leaving the hospital I still had no clue who to talk to from this point on. Once I talked to one of my friends that was living with this they told me of a place where they go to and told me that I might be better off going there and seeing what they had to say. So I went and told them what happened when I went to the ER. They took blood that same day (and alot of it). they gave me some paperwork on HIV/AIDS and told me to return in two weeks. I was so scared for the first visit that it took three people just to get me in the door. My nerves were a wreck. On top of everything I was going through I didn't need the added stress of hearing a second person saying that it is true that I had HIV. Within the two weeks of waiting it seems that all hell broke loose. I could barely stand, missing alot of work, vomiting, fainting, , loss of wanting to eat, severe thrush, sore and bleeding gums, swollen legs and arms, very painful headaches, hair loss, my eyes changed color to a gray look, bleeding stomach, constant caugh, terrible cold like syptoms, couldn't focus, and worst of all everything hurt. I was walking with a cane by the time I went back to the doctor. When I went back It seemed only to get more bad news. The doctor told me that my CD4 count was