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I got Hepatitis C when I was in the hospital in 1980. It all started one early morning, the morning of my 30th birthday, as a matter of fact, when I was at my friend’s house and woke up screaming and doubled over in pain.
My mom took me to the emergency room. They admitted me to the hospital but couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. As I lay in the hospital, dying (literally), they kept running tests on me but couldn’t figure out why I seemed to be losing so much blood, getting weaker by the moment, and almost dropping into a coma.
They ran a 12 hour glucose test for diabetes on me and I was fine. I had told them I didn’t have diabetes or any of the other things they tested me for, and I kept asking them what was on the right side of my body just under the bottom of my rib-cage. They told me that was where the liver was located. I told them that that was where the problem was. Of course, they didn’t really listen to me, because, after all, I’m not a doctor.
The doctors were having difficulty figuring out what was wrong with me. Meanwhile I got weaker, losing blood fast. They ran diabetes tests, hypoglycemia tests and they speculated that there was something wrong with my ovaries after they did a sonogram. They just really had no idea what the problem was, so they decided to do exploratory surgery to discover the problem and low-and-behold they found a blood clot on my liver. I found out later that the blood clot was caused by my birth control pills, which were exceedingly strong during those years, but that’s another story.
Luckily that liver membrane was there catching the blood that I was losing internally, or I would have died of internal bleeding. It was during the exploratory operation when I was dying on the table because I’d lost so much blood into my liver membrane (the thin filmy looking thing surrounding the liver like a glove) that they had to give me a blood transfusion. That is where I acquired Hep C.
Of course, I didn’t know I had it because it can go for decades without displaying any symptoms. I kept on living as usual, partying, going to college, raising a child, working, and never showing any symptoms of or even suspecting I had Hep C. About 1988 I got a steady, regular job that had health insurance and I still showed no signs of the disease and I never got tested for Hep C in my yearly exams.
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