That Time I Got A Nightmare Misdiagnosis

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So, imagine the most comical ridiculous thing a bad doctor could do after your first visit. Now imagine something 1000x worse… that’s what happened to me.

The doctor literally told me I tested positive for HIV.

I went in to get a standard round of STI tests. I was changing partners, and it had been a while.

“I know that’s a lot. Are you breathing? Are you okay?” he asked

“What are the chances of a false positive?” I asked. I was dumbfounded.

“Well, I’ll say this: the tests are good. We’ll get another round of tests to be sure, but in the meantime I want to start talking about treatment as well,” he said.

He was wrong. I didn’t have HIV. Many HIV screens are known to have a high false-positive rate. But this doctor didn’t know that. And neither did I.

As I tried to piece together what was happening, I found studies and diagnostic flowcharts based on different HIV tests. But I didn’t know exactly which test I had been given. The doctor hadn’t told me. He hadn’t posted the results on his practice’s web portal because “it could be an insurance liability.” I called the lab and they wouldn’t tell me anything about the tests I had taken–I had to go through my doctor.

The philosophy behind that, as I understand, is that patients should have their results explained by a physician who can contextualize them. But of course in this case the physician totally messed that part up. I would have done better reading the results and researching what they meant myself.

Ultimately it’d be cool if I could “self-serve” stuff like labwork. Maybe I can’t order the tests myself, but I can at least get the raw result data as it comes in.

It’s cool now. But those were a stressful couple days, to say the least.

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