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25 years ago today.....
Shivering in the dark, I reached for the telephone, knocking it off the bedside stand. Luckily it did not disconnect. I retrieved it from the floor, and heard a small and scared voice reached out to me over the wires; it was Millie, a nurse from work.
I swung my legs out of bed, sitting upright in the cold darkness of my bedroom. I wrapped the sheet around me. It didn't help much. There was something in her voice which commanded my attention, and chilled me more than the unheated room.
"Did I wake you? Silly question- I guess you would be asleep since its' <b>three</b> in the morning. but I had to call- I can't sleep. It's about the patient today...."
I was worried some too; todays' patient was not usual. No- one could understand what disease he had, but one thing was certain- he was a breeding ground for more infections than ever seen before in one patient. He was not conscious any longer, and I knew we were losing the battle for his life.
We knew little of his history. He had come from New York, not wanting his condition to be known amongst friends and family there. He was some important designer, and a well known figure on the club scene too. Here, in faraway Phoenix, he was known by a code name; "lima 22", a mere scrap of a person slowly wasting away, ill enough to warrant intensive attention and a medication list that had kept Millie running. At least one antibiotic or something was administered every half hour round the clock. He didn't look so important now, tubes running into every possible place in his body.
"Well, Millie", I answered, holding back the shivering. "I confess I've been thinking a lot about what happened today, too!" I wonder if she could hear my teeth chattering.
It took a lot of dedication just to walk into the patients' room.... isolation, double-gloves, double gown, face masks and splatter shields were mandatory, and we had been only too glad to comply. Whatever he had, we did not want. We silently prayed what we had as barriers would keep us safe, but we couldn't be sure.
I lit a cigarette, exhaling blue smoke into the shadows, then continued: "Millie- it was a tough break- I wish it hadn't happened either, but its' past-nothing to do about it now...." I continued to reassure her, but it wasn't working.
Finally she said " I don't care what the lab results show when they come back! Promise me one thing- if I catch what he has, you have to promise to kill me." The thought hit me as absurd, but only for a moment. I knew from her tone she was serious; she was scared to the marrow, and didn't want to go out the way Lima 22 was. I respected Millie enough to know no amount of reassurance would change what she said, but I tried anyway.
It wasn't but <b>two</b> seconds, and she cut me off, and again demanded that I swear I wouldn't let her live only to suffer.
I had only finished my last semester, and had begun working, trying to pay off the sizeable debt. Hey- I didn't even have enough <b>money</b> to pay the light bill.... as a result, the room was dark and cold, and would stay that way until the feeble morning light could enter the small window. Heat was an impossible dream, and the blankets didn't hold back the chill enough to sleep well.
What had occurred was that during wound care, the patients' arm bumped Millies' face protection away at the same instant a sizeable pocket of smelly pus spontaneously burst, spraying her in the face and eyes... it missed me, but she got it in her eyes and mouth. She nearly vomited at the time. how she managed to control that urge was beyond me. The smell was horrid, even a few paces away.
I knew there was no way around it, so I said, "Yes, Millie, I'll do that favor for you.... at least this way we won't lose touch after the summer is over".
I could almost feel the stress reach out of the phone and clutch my heart. "You have to really mean it- you're not just saying it, are you?"
Again I reassured her, and she seemed to calm. Some small talk followed, and she allowed me to hang up and return to sleep; but no sleep would come.
After all, it wasn't like this illness was understood in the least. For all I knew, I could have caught it just by breatheing the room air.... I had really never seen anything like it, and I had previous experience with some bad bugs when working in the tropics a few years back. This was worse than anything I'd seen.
I stubbed out the cigarette, blowing one last smoke ring whimsically into the darkness, and had to ask myself if a medical career was worth it. If it held such dangers, my compassion would melt away, and no amount of <b>money</b> or prestige would motivate me to stay.
I wondered how long it would be before we knew what caused this, what we could do about it, and had at the time, no idea about how massive an issue it would become in the years ahead. We didn't even have a good name to call it by.
This was twenty-<b>five</b> years ago, when the silent bombshell went off, and changed the rules forever. This was the first case of AIDS in Phoenix, and I was on the edge.
In the years to come, it would become a burning social issue, it's danger and social stigma would cause its' victims to be shunned, disrespected, and badly cared for... these souls often fell to me; I was not regular staff, I worked on contract, so the regulars would shift such cases off on me- they didn't want it, and wouldn't pass it off to a co-worker!
I was also contracted by pharmaceutical companies when optimism led them to believe they has a medical answer, and it was time to test it on research subjects...I'd monitor the study, and was glad the nagging fear from my first encounter was still very much present. It kept me safe, even as we knew more about AIDS, it still remained something I'd rather not catch.
Millie? we lost touch over the years, she didn't catch it despite all her fears, and she didn't need me to fulfill my promise...
I swung my legs out of bed, sitting upright in the cold darkness of my bedroom. I wrapped the sheet around me. It didn't help much. There was something in her voice which commanded my attention, and chilled me more than the unheated room.
"Did I wake you? Silly question- I guess you would be asleep since its' <b>three</b> in the morning. but I had to call- I can't sleep. It's about the patient today...."
I was worried some too; todays' patient was not usual. No- one could understand what disease he had, but one thing was certain- he was a breeding ground for more infections than ever seen before in one patient. He was not conscious any longer, and I knew we were losing the battle for his life.
We knew little of his history. He had come from New York, not wanting his condition to be known amongst friends and family there. He was some important designer, and a well known figure on the club scene too. Here, in faraway Phoenix, he was known by a code name; "lima 22", a mere scrap of a person slowly wasting away, ill enough to warrant intensive attention and a medication list that had kept Millie running. At least one antibiotic or something was administered every half hour round the clock. He didn't look so important now, tubes running into every possible place in his body.
"Well, Millie", I answered, holding back the shivering. "I confess I've been thinking a lot about what happened today, too!" I wonder if she could hear my teeth chattering.
It took a lot of dedication just to walk into the patients' room.... isolation, double-gloves, double gown, face masks and splatter shields were mandatory, and we had been only too glad to comply. Whatever he had, we did not want. We silently prayed what we had as barriers would keep us safe, but we couldn't be sure.
I lit a cigarette, exhaling blue smoke into the shadows, then continued: "Millie- it was a tough break- I wish it hadn't happened either, but its' past-nothing to do about it now...." I continued to reassure her, but it wasn't working.
Finally she said " I don't care what the lab results show when they come back! Promise me one thing- if I catch what he has, you have to promise to kill me." The thought hit me as absurd, but only for a moment. I knew from her tone she was serious; she was scared to the marrow, and didn't want to go out the way Lima 22 was. I respected Millie enough to know no amount of reassurance would change what she said, but I tried anyway.
It wasn't but <b>two</b> seconds, and she cut me off, and again demanded that I swear I wouldn't let her live only to suffer.
I had only finished my last semester, and had begun working, trying to pay off the sizeable debt. Hey- I didn't even have enough <b>money</b> to pay the light bill.... as a result, the room was dark and cold, and would stay that way until the feeble morning light could enter the small window. Heat was an impossible dream, and the blankets didn't hold back the chill enough to sleep well.
What had occurred was that during wound care, the patients' arm bumped Millies' face protection away at the same instant a sizeable pocket of smelly pus spontaneously burst, spraying her in the face and eyes... it missed me, but she got it in her eyes and mouth. She nearly vomited at the time. how she managed to control that urge was beyond me. The smell was horrid, even a few paces away.
I knew there was no way around it, so I said, "Yes, Millie, I'll do that favor for you.... at least this way we won't lose touch after the summer is over".
I could almost feel the stress reach out of the phone and clutch my heart. "You have to really mean it- you're not just saying it, are you?"
Again I reassured her, and she seemed to calm. Some small talk followed, and she allowed me to hang up and return to sleep; but no sleep would come.
After all, it wasn't like this illness was understood in the least. For all I knew, I could have caught it just by breatheing the room air.... I had really never seen anything like it, and I had previous experience with some bad bugs when working in the tropics a few years back. This was worse than anything I'd seen.
I stubbed out the cigarette, blowing one last smoke ring whimsically into the darkness, and had to ask myself if a medical career was worth it. If it held such dangers, my compassion would melt away, and no amount of <b>money</b> or prestige would motivate me to stay.
I wondered how long it would be before we knew what caused this, what we could do about it, and had at the time, no idea about how massive an issue it would become in the years ahead. We didn't even have a good name to call it by.
This was twenty-<b>five</b> years ago, when the silent bombshell went off, and changed the rules forever. This was the first case of AIDS in Phoenix, and I was on the edge.
In the years to come, it would become a burning social issue, it's danger and social stigma would cause its' victims to be shunned, disrespected, and badly cared for... these souls often fell to me; I was not regular staff, I worked on contract, so the regulars would shift such cases off on me- they didn't want it, and wouldn't pass it off to a co-worker!
I was also contracted by pharmaceutical companies when optimism led them to believe they has a medical answer, and it was time to test it on research subjects...I'd monitor the study, and was glad the nagging fear from my first encounter was still very much present. It kept me safe, even as we knew more about AIDS, it still remained something I'd rather not catch.
Millie? we lost touch over the years, she didn't catch it despite all her fears, and she didn't need me to fulfill my promise...
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