Infection-Personal Narrative

Sometimes I ask myself how I overcame my disease. Many people with lupus experience fatigue, memory loss, loss of appetite. Usually younger African, white, and Asian men and woman develop that disease in their teens. It all started that night when I was laying in my mom bed. At that time I felt like it was my time to leave this earth. When I turn 15 years old I saw so many changes. . I experience so many symptoms while I was in my second semester. All the symptoms that I experience were hallucinations, fever, nausea, and nose bleeds. At that time I seen myself getting really sick. I caught strep throat and it was hard to focus in school because I missed so many days.

Poor hand hygiene - spread of germs from one patient to another or spread for hands to surfaces.

I fight for my health every day in ways most people do not understand I lay in bed struggling just to get up in the morning only to get faced with a new day of troubles. All I think about is the day that being a normal eighteen year old ended for me. I was responsible went to work every day, and was trying to figure out my first year of college until everything was flipped upside down.

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I took a moment to reach inside of myself and watch the anger as it continued to swirl through my body. I noticed my shoulders suddenly relax. Anger created a boundary and protected me from helplessness and hopelessness that would have made me feel like a victim. I had handled my health for the past thirty years and even though I felt momentarily defeated, I was not about to give up. No, I would not step out of my power and no; I would not have a biopsy done. Instinctively, I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that a biopsy would not lead to anything productive in this case. I would stand my ground and find other options. I would handle this in my own way. Again.

Sometimes I inquired myself how I lived this far in life. My father and my mother demised from the plague or what we consider it, “The Black Death” a few weeks ago. It originated from ships coming into port that transferred contaminated rats. It was a tragedy to so many people lose their loved ones, especially that my parents were the strong role in our lives. Not only that, but friends are no longer are friends and either are dead or enemies. My and other families are trying to survive. Each day, someone else gets the plague and is no longer with us. My whole entire world is falling apart right now. It was a catastrophe for all the people who lived in Constantinople in Europe, including my three siblings

Sometimes I inquired myself how I lived this far in life after we were invaded by the vikings and my siblings killed and captured. As days and weeks go by, a plague appears in Europe, where we lived. People said it originated from ships coming into port that transferred contaminated rats but nobody is sure. The last week in August, both my mother and father got the plague or also known as the Black Death. Their skin soon became black which causes the skin and flesh to die. Two days later, my mom and dad went to another world. I cried for an hour straight, thinking about how I’m going to be to survive. I have nothing. It was a tragedy for me and multitudinous people who lost their loved ones, especially that parents that were

Here's a simple test. I use to be one of those afraid of vaccines. I mean who wouldn't be with all the conflicting information out there? Even someone with a medical degree like myself had a hard time weeding through it all. So I went back to basics. I had a titer drawn on myself. It tests to see how many antibodies you actually have to the vaccines you received aka if the vaccine actually worked or not. You wouldn't believe that 14 years later I still have antibodies towards chicken pox! Something I received a vaccine for when I was just a kid. Usually immunity like that has to actually be acquired (you have to become sick with the live virus and make your own antibodies) in order for it to remain in my system so long but low and behold the vaccine worked. When I was pregnant I was exposed to shingles through an irresponsible patient. That vaccine most likely saved my babies life. Whenever someone has a hard time with vaccines- don't judge or yell at them. It's only natural to want to do what's best for your baby and that's honestly what they think they are doing. Instead- arm them with

We both started out in the same place, in an abandoned warehouse in Tampa, Florida. It. was just Anthony and myself, Glenn. On October 13, 2025 the day of the outbreak, Anthony was in a hospital recovering from a head injury. He was asleep when I went to get him out of there. I had to get him out of the hospital, there were creatures walking around the earth with blood on their faces, trying to eat people like Anthony and I. We called these creatures, biters.

It was cold and lifeless like a wasteland where the disease made everything cold and dead like a nuke just happened. Some survivors were prepared for this though and one of them was me. The bunker I grew up in was a neighborhood but underground. A lot of valuables were lost while the infection devoured everyone and everything that it could see, and killed it or burned it in side to the out. The years past by and a lot of things were in motion we built the virus filter and a new clean society. I grew up trying to know what happened what the virus did it looks like it made you think of the life ahead of you positive.I wanted to find out how it spread so I joined the forensic scientist for police. Detective too I had the longest and most important

As I pulled into the Mount Hope Auction, there was one thing I noticed; I was the only person in a motor vehicle. Never been to Amish Country before, I was a little flustered as I arrived to the surveillance detail with Veterinary Medical Officer Dr. Frew. With the recent outbreak of Highly Pathogenic Avian Influenza that was sweeping the Midwest, it was essential to check flocks in Ohio. There I was, with sweat dripping down my back and swabbing diligently at the throats of hundreds of chickens. Families and children would approach me and ask what we were doing with the birds, and using what little Dutch I collected in the hours I was there, I educated them about the virus. Between birds, Dr. Frew would ask me questions about my background

Another exhausting day ahead. Waking up at the crack of dawn to prepare the meals, care for the children and animals, work on the fields, collect berries and mend my husband’s clothes. With the black death rushing through the town and everyone dropping dead like fly’s, I must take care of myself and my family. I can’t afford my husband to die, I have enough work as it is, I couldn’t do it all myself.

“Sam,” said Henry, the mayor. “We need you to find the mythical harp of healing.”

I was too late. Tears rush from my eyes as I crouch next to your cold and limp body. I call the police. Yesterday you drank. I'm a good drinker but you're not. You drank too much. Before you went to bed you took weird pills but I didn't ask. When I woke up you were gone and then I went out. Now I've come back and I fucked up. It's my fault. I didn't stop you from anything and now you're gone. Your eyes are black and lifeless. Your cheeks are hollow and your lips sag down. I wish I could still kiss them. My tears drip onto your face. I wish you could feel their warmth. Everything happens too fast. The people come and rush away your body. They think they can save you. But they can't. I know they can't. My puppy. I was your happy virus. Always

I would imagine myself in a stage of shock and depression if I am diagnosed with HIV. I would feel hopeless knowing that my life will be shorten and I would not be able to live my life like regular people. I would question my faith and religion as to why this is happening to me. I would most likely be angry at myself for making poor choices that place me in this situation. However, as a resilient person, I would most likely rise up and continue to live my life to the fullest. I would be more mindful and appreciate what I have, and the things around me.