I had sex with a guy for like three minutes (what a joke) and I'm not sure if he came on me, or if it matters. he has hep C and i'd like to know some symptoms.
there was no protection and I understand the fail there.

hepatitis c is usually transmitted by blood not sex.BUT sometimes it might happen when your genital organ is bleeding.
the major symptoms :jaundice, hepatalgia .
the most important thing is that hepatitis c is the most harmful kind in the hepatitises . In the meanwhile , it can cause the liver cancer .
So you have to check your blood in the hospital.

Hepatitis C is not usually transmitted via sex. the exceptions occur where there is contact with blood during sex.
In male to male sex, this is most likely to happen during prolonged or rough anal sex or fisting, where tiny tears in the anus or rectum might occur. Men who are HIV positive are at increased risk of contracting hepatitis C through sexual contact with other men.
It really doesn't sound like you two did enough, for long enough, for you to be at any risk at all. him coming on your skin, or inside you, is not in itself a risk for hep C transmission.
It is very common for people to have hepatitis C for 15 or 20 years without any symptoms, so there is no point in you even thinking you can tell whether you were infected by how you feel now.
Even when people do have hep C symptoms, they are so common and potentially caused by so many other conditions, that it is impossible even for a doctor to diagnose on symptoms alone. They have to do a blood test. Symptoms include tiredness, flu like symptoms, nausea, muscle pains and indigestion. Everybody in the world has some of these, some of the time.
However, since you had unprotected sex, there may be a risk for HIV or other sexually transmitted diseases. it would probably be a good idea to get tested, and while you're there, then they can do a hep C test as well.

Hep C is NOT transmitted through sex. Unless the girl is on her period and bleeds on the guy then theres a small chance. it has to be blood to blood contact. I have Hep C it has no symptoms…sometimes my liver hurts a bit but thats it. it takes 4 months from the date of infection for it to show. You have absolutly no reason to worry but if you are then wait 4 months and get a test.

How long does it take for Symptoms of STDS/AIDS to show up? and after how long of not seeing symptoms is it okay to feel safe that you have not contracted anything ( assuming that you no longer have sex or anything ). Thanks =D.

7 day minimum,
usually like syphilis you will see and feel pain.
gonorrhea on the other hand is a 7-10 day result and it may take 30.
tape the wee wee up if n doubt

It depends on the STD. Some things, like gonnorrhea, will show up within a few days to a week. other things, like HPV (genital warts) may take up to 10 years to show signs. if you think you have an STD the best thing to do is go to the doc and get tested becuase left untreated, they can cause serious harm to your reproductive organs. and if you aren't in a monogomous relationship, you should definately take precautions, because some STDs you can't get rid of.

i was told someone i messed around with had hiv ( was just a joke) but on the safe side i got tested and the results were negative and this was about 2 months after we messed around, but the Dr told me to come back in 6 months to get tested again cause it does not always show up right away , i am not sure about anything else, but if u even think u might have something get tested cause some thing might be showing signs but are easly dismissed as something else not so serious

and also what is there to look out for and what do ur genitals start to look like. please dont make a joke of this

July 2002.

I am sleeping on the sofa in the living room as it is next to the bathroom. I have just had my first accident at 23 years old. Humiliated, I resolve to see my doctor in the morning as this food poisoning is out of control.

November 2003

I am signed off from my second job for two weeks as my wrists are killing me, and the wonderful folks at Amex are worried I have developed repetitive strain injury from using the computer. Full pay though, so I’m not complaining! I am napping during the day between jobs. this is normal right? I’m working long hours, of course I’m tired. and I guess it doesn’t help that I was up half the night on the toilet. I’m definatly allergic to prawns which is most annoying as I love them.

February 2004

I collapse as I’m walking to work. My hip just gives way on me. A stranger has to help me up. My wrists are sore and how I’ve managed to poison myself again is anybody’s guess!

September 2004

This is getting beyond a joke. I am sleeping more often than not. I’m pooing more than I sleep.

October 2004

I’ve just got home from holiday. Portugal for a friends 30th, then Dublin. What a bloody disaster. Portugal was great – 5 days of eating my body weight in seafood (I don’t care that I’m allergic, it was FABULOUS!) and drinking obscene amounts of alcohol. By the time I got to Dublin I felt like I was about to die. not good, seeing as I was there to support my friend who was running the marathon. I am officially the worst friend ever, as I spent the entire time in the hotel asleep and pooing blood. Lots and lots of blood. I have spent a fortune on teary phone calls to my mum as I’m freaking out. Something is not right. Food poisoning does not do this to people. Neither does a hangover.

I see my doctor who fobs me off again, telling me it must be something I’ve eaten. I’ve had enough. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I make an emergency appointment, poo in a sandwich bag, and dump it on her desk as I enter the room stating “look at that and tell me it’s food poisoning!” to say she was disgusted is an understatement. she goes on to say “I’m sure it’s nothing to serious, it’s not like you’ve got cancer!” I’m flabbergasted. I run out of her office in tears. By the time I get home I shaking with rage. I write a letter to the practice manager, complaining about the way I was treated. A week later I receive an apology and an appointment with the Digestive Diseases department at the hospital for a colonoscopy.

January 2005

I have Ulcerative Colitis. Pan Colitis. Whatever that means.

February 8th 2011

I sit at my computer, writing this in a haze of confusion. this is because I have just got out of hospital. I have spent the past six years in denial and I have just woken up to the fact that I am living with a chronic illness.My disease has never been controlled. this is mainly because I have not regularly taken my medication. I get to a point where my symptoms are under control and then I play Russian Roulette with my health, I stop my meds. Convince myself that I don’t need them. My symptoms are under control, I’m really not that unwell. I’m overweight (I’m not lucky enough to “suffer” from weight loss). fast forward 3 months, I’m back on the steroids as I’m pooing blood 20 times a day. you would think that I would learn my lesson after the second or third time right? In this time I have had a child (lost 35 lbs whilst pregnant, silent flare?) been hospitalized whilst on holiday in America (thank god I had travel insurance), Ran my own restaurant, which was perfect as I could work around my disease, lost the business due to the recession, got a job then lost the job as I had a flare and couldn’t work. Signed off work and am now living off state benefits as I’m deemed not capable of working – m y how the mighty have fallen. I also manged to get myself knocked up again – it turns out the contraceptive pill doesn’t work when you’re having a flare, lost another 35lbs whilst pregnant, and had a terrible flare at the start of the pregnancy. taking prednislone whilst pregnant was awful, worrying about the effects it might have on my baby but knowing that the benefits outweighed the risks. He’s perfect by the way.

Four weeks after he was born, I go into another flare. I’m literally running to the toilet with him attached to my boob. three in the morning, my darling son on the bathroom floor, screaming with hunger, as I’m cleaning up the blood and poop. My four year old daughter wakes up, comes into the bathroom, bleary eyed, stating “Oh no mummy, not again.” and then takes herself back to bed. THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

I’m exclusively breast feeding and my son is constantly attached. he never seems satisfied. The health visitor comes to weigh him. he has dropped weight. “how is this possible, he is ALWAYS feeding?” never for a second do I think that my disease is to blame.

I see my consultant and am put on 40mg of prednislone, reducing after a week. I finish week one. I’m still bleeding. I decide to call for advice as it seems silly to reduce. he tells me to come straight to the hospital. it should be working. they need to test my blood. I never for a second think I’ll be admitted.

Day 3 of intravenous steroids. they are not working. Sigmoidoscopy reveals severely damaged colon. I need surgery. WTF??? I feel fine.

A lifeline. Clinical trial of two drugs, Cyclosporin verses Infliximab (remecaid). they want to see the long term benefits of them. Which one I get is decided by computer. I have to stop breastfeeding at once. it is the only thing that might save my colon and there is no guarantee it will work. am I in? The computer chooses Infliximab. We wait and see.

Day 7. My inflammation markers are steadily coming down. I’m not out of the woods yet but it’s looking hopeful.

Day 9. I feel TERRIBLE. Even though the bleeding has stopped, the frequency is dramatically reduced and the stool is forming, I feel worse than I did when I was admitted. Constantly tired, confused, metallic taste in my mouth, my legs don’t work, my head is foggy. It’s strange because my flare is under control.

Day 13. I can go home. Hospital has been such a positive experience. The girl in the bed next to me was admitted with a severe UC flare the week after I arrived. she was newly diagnosed. she was freaking out. I was there for her. Listened to her. Advised her. became her friend. I am convinced that I was supposed to be there for her. Through her, I have finally accepted my diagnosis. I respect that I have a chronic illness. it has taken being separated from my children for me to wake up to the fact that I have to take this illness seriously. I have to look after myself or how the hell am I supposed to look after them? I still feel terrible. how I’ve managed to write this I don’t know. I’m glad that I did though.

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