Strangely enough, I felt nothing and thought ….ok time to go get my blood test done for Canadian immigration, as part of the process for permanent residence. No symptoms, nothing…did the test, was told to come in by the clinic, and I thought that it was my Hep. B flaring up. Nope….got to the front desk, and in front of other clients, was told -you know, you’re HIV? And that was how I found out. It was a Wednesday of Easter week…
By Maundy Thursday, my throat felt like razor blades, I had rashes around my torso. I tried to eat kippers, but the salt had me throwing up. Then, it was gone by the time my late hubs (we were together for about three years then) came back from visiting family in Florida for Easter, it was gone.
Go get tested…you will know for sure.