It was my first on-call duty. With jittery hands, I put on gloves and feigned a confident look.
The patients I was assigned mostly suffered from hepatitis B or C. After watching closely how my fellow interns worked, I set out to begin my task. I approached my first patient, and picked up the file that read ‘Hepatitis C +ve’ in bold on top. One look at him and fear gripped me. Lying there unconscious, was a man whose hands and feet were tied with a rope to the bed. After every few minutes, he would struggle violently, and utter a sting of profane words. This is how a patient with end-stage liver disease behaves, when he suffers mental impairment along with liver damage, medically known as hepatic encephalopathy.
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I understand living in fear of dying. HCV has already almost got me once before, but I was saved by a liver transplant. Now the HCV has come back stronger than ever. I am in the process of getting treated with Interferon and ribavarin. (Transplant recipients are not currently eligible for the new drugs due to conflict with anti-rejection meds.) I feel this is my last chance to get rid of the disease. Everytime they draw labs I figure this is the end of the road, and my days are numbered.
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