The final part of a diary charting one gay man’s experience with taking PEP, the cocktail of drugs which may save you from contracting HIV if taken fast enough after exposure to the virus.
I’ve finished! In fact it’s been almost two weeks since my last PEP dose and, really, I’ve been putting off writing this final diary entry until now because I wanted a break from everything to do with PEP, mentally and physically.
Two weeks in and the majority of the symptoms had calmed down but I was struck by how tired I was and I think still am. I had to push that much harder to do things and maintain the image that everything was completely fine, so determined was I that the medication shouldn’t interfere with my everyday life let alone manifest itself to my friends and colleagues.