Aftermath Diary

A first person account of the aftermath of a drug-facilitated sexual assault.

Category: Truvada


I didn’t realize that I kind of left everything hanging. Sorry!

To those who wondered about my HIV PEP. It went swimmingly. (That’s not a vertigo joke either.) I’m still HIV negative. So- yay, go, team!

Clean clean. Vroom vroom. I’m positive I’m negative.

I’m still pretty OK mentally and emotionally overall regarding the whole drugging-and-raping thing.

I didn’t even finish my eight free counseling sessions. I went through seven of them before deciding that I was probably taking the place of someone who really needed therapy much, much more than I did. My counselor even said at the last session that she noticed that I was never really emotionally disturbed by what had happened to me. I don’t know if it is because I have no real memory of it (hard to be upset over something you can’t remember), or if it was because I was so pragmatic and proactive in my after-assault approach to everything that there was never any room for the emotions to come in.

Maybe it’s because of what I’ve said since the beginning- I’ve done this before and I’ve already dealt with it.

It’s not a pretty worldview, actually, it’s rather fucked up, but I’ve concluded that rape is just a fact of life for some women (and men). Some of us must just throw off victim pheromones that rapists just lock into as if they have RADAR (Rape-AR), because why else would some people continue to be victimized? It’s like the bad guys can just smell it. I know it totally sounds like a jaded person talking out her ass right now, but statistically this holds up. People who are molested or raped are more likely to be molested or raped. I guess I’m a card carrying member of this club. The least they could do is give us a discount somewhere. (Congratulations! You’re a member of the Rape Club. Please use this card to get 5% off on all your purchases!)

I’m not trying to make light of this phenomenon. My eyes have been opened wide to our rape culture. It is a fact of life. It’s wrong, but it’s true. Though, that’s not the purpose of this post. More than enough has been written about it so I won’t waste my words trying to rewrite what so many have already written (much better than I could ever) already.

Back to updating.

I did finally get my Victims’ Compensation: my ER visit, meds, and inoculations were covered…nearly eight months after the incident, just in time for Christmas! There was even some confusion as they first denied me because the SFPD claimed I didn’t report it until a month after my ER visit. Idiots. My formal report was a month later, but the incident was called in the day after. Still, they came through after the bureaucratic crap was straightened out.  I’m even covered for any “future” counseling I would need, should I ever need it. Just in case.

I gave up on ever trying to get the SFPD to do anything. I also gave up on having my supposed advocate in S.F. ever do anything on my behalf. Why? Because I reached a point last summer where I realized the only thread holding me back from moving forward was the anger and frustration, the indignation of injustice- of trying to get the SFPD to return my calls or review the security camera footage. Mentally, I was fine- I was never traumatized, I was never a huddled mass of tears, but I had a sense of “THE POLICE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, EVEN IF JUST COLLECT EVIDENCE!” And I had to let it go.

So I did.

I realized- I DID EVERYTHING I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO. I reported the incident, I went to the E.R., I did HIV-PEP, I got hep B injections for six months after the fact, I got counseling as soon as it was available, I followed up with the bar and the police, I tried to get an advocate, I told other people… I did more than my part. I did more than I had to. I put all that effort into doing what a good little rape victim* is supposed to do after the fact, and if the police weren’t going to do their job, and the sexual assault advocate wasn’t going to do her job, then there was nothing more I could do to make them do their jobs for me. It was no longer worth the extra stress and mental strain holding onto that last piece. I made a deliberate choice to make one last phone call and leave one last message. So I did. Never got a call back. *does dusting off hands gesture* And that was it- I was done. Moving along now, nothing to see here.

Perhaps because of that rational, self-preservation decision, I never really came back to this blog. I continued to check in on the comments on the Truvada entry because I feel that I put this information out there and if people asked questions, then it was my responsibility to respond to them. It actually makes me happy (not happy that people have to take Truvada for any reason, but that’s not what I mean- but you know what I mean, right?) that people would search the internet looking for more information on HIV PEP or Truvada specifically and find my blog. Hell, I wanted to read something just like it the first week or so I was on the medication but there wasn’t anything out there from a first person perspective that also included the whys, hows, and whatnots. I tried my best. If other people have found it useful, then that makes me very satisfied that something positive did come out of my unfortunate experience.

I still intended to list the medications, tests, and shots I got in the ER and why I got them, and may do that at some point. Somewhere I still have that paperwork. All my “rape” documentation has since been shoved in a drawer. I could dig it out at some point, because I think that’s important information (again, something I wish I could have read the first week or so I was going through it myself), and I should write it. It needs to be written.

Most importantly, I still mean to get around to writing “What to do if you get raped.”

I will do it.

I just haven’t had the mindset. After I let go, I let everything go. Even the unwritten blog posts that may help someone else out there, somewhere, someday.

It is vital that someone write a “What to do if you get raped” instructional guide because frankly, it’s needed, and I hate to say it, but you can’t depend on rape crisis advocates, police, or medical professionals to give you accurate information. It doesn’t exist anywhere. Everyone has the best intentions. Believe me- no one ever intentionally lead me astray or told me something incorrect purposely- but that’s the frustration. At one point I was running in circles because I would go to one person who said I would have to talk to this agency, then I would talk to that agency only to be told, “Oh, no, we don’t do that here, you need to talk to Blah Blah Blah,” and of course I would go to Blah Blah Blah who in turn would tell me to go back to the organization of the first person. Madness. It’s a super fucked up reality when even the people who are in the goodhearted business of helping you out after a sexual assault can’t even give you decent information on where to turn next for your various issues. But it is what it is.

Anyway, so tonight, in about five and a half hours, it will be exactly one year after I got drugged.

At about 9:30 tomorrow morning, it will be exactly one year after I woke up naked, dazed, in an RV, with some guy I can’t identify fucking me from behind.

I still don’t know what happened in between. And I don’t care that I don’t know. I’m still really good with that.

So, this isn’t the last blog entry at all, but it might be the last blog entry for awhile. We’ll see. I’ll have to psyche myself up to write those last couple of necessary posts. Until then, keep your hands over your drinks, people, and keep your eyes on your friends!


*By the way, I loathe that term, “victim”. Though I don’t know what other word to use.


Not much of an update

Two days off of Truvada and I’m still experiencing dizziness. What a drag.Though now that I’m off Truvada, I feel okay about taking ibuprofen again for the headaches, so at least I’ve got some relief in that realm. (I didn’t want to overtax my poor liver while I was on Truvada, so I didn’t even take ibuprofen for the headaches.)

To add insult to injury, I’ve developed a yeast infection. My poor vagina just can’t catch a break these days. They gave me Diflucan (Fluconazole) in the emergency room but I guess I should have waited before taking it. Diflucan is an anti-yeast medication that they gave me as a “courtesy” (that I paid for, naturally) for all the antibiotics they gave me that evening. (Antibiotics can cause yeast infections because they offset the “delicate balance” of our body chemistry, particularly for women. *ahem*)

I don’t know why I’m developing a yeast infection now, but I suppose that “stress” is just as likely a culprit as antibiotics. Plus, I did indulge in a few cupcakes last week and I usually don’t eat or drink much in the way of sugar. Also, I’ve been consuming caffeine like it’s going out of style due to the “tiredness” caused by the Truvada. All of these are believed to potentially contribute to candidiasis. The yeast infection probably wasn’t the direct result of the Truvada course, as that was an antiviral and not an antibiotic, just something that happened coincidentally. Besides, I tried Googling “yeast infection” + “Truvada” and found no correlation.This is not to say that the excessive caffeine consumption, increased stress levels, and deciding that I deserved to treat myself with cupcakes weren’t entirely unrelated to the crazy side effects caused by Truvada, but I may have inadvertently created my own perfect storm. Ouch.

Mentioning Diflucan reminds me that I intend to write a blog post on what drugs and tests I was given in the emergency room versus the tests and drugs I should have been given. I will do that soon.

In other news, the second hep B shot went off without a hitch. I am now wondering if the E.R. nurse wasn’t just kidding about the “nice” needle versus the “big” needle because the shot she gave me- I felt that sucker. However, the professional “shot giver person” at Kaiser put her vaccine administering skills to shame. I’m sure he has some sort of professional title, but I don’t know what to call the person who only administers injections, “Inoculation Administration Specialist”, or something nondescript and institutional like “Medical Aide Class VIII”? I’m going to go with “shot giver person” because frankly, that’s all he does and I don’t know his actual title. Anyway, he is honestly the Michelangelo of shot giver people. I was nervous because I remembered the sting of the first hepatitis shot in the E.R., but this felt more akin to a mosquito bite and he slapped the band-aid on me before I even knew it was over and done. He deserves the Academy Award of Shots. That’s a good thing too, as I’ll be seeing him again in five months for the third and final hep B shot.


Today, we bypassed dizziness and went straight to vertigo. I might be the only person 100 miles inland today who felt like they were on a boat at sea. I’ve got to say that vertigo isn’t anything like I thought it would be- Kim Novak doesn’t show up nor does the world turn into some dated swirly animation. It is weird hanging onto furniture for stability though. Thanks, Truvada!

It was four weeks ago tonight.

This probably won’t be a very good entry because I’m really not in the mood to write.

I’m still not feeling very well thanks to the combination of Truvada side effects and allergies. Luckily, I just took my third to last dose of Truvada tonight. Nearly finished with the PEP course, thank goodness.

The dizziness has returned with a vengeance. It’s now my primary side effect and it is lasting for hours at a time. Not fun at all. I’m not taking allergy medication right now due to the Truvada side effects being all I can handle, so I’m experiencing a lot of middle ear irritation. I’m wondering if inner ear = balance, if having both Eustachian tubes inflamed from allergies isn’t contributing to my dizziness.

The bar finally got back to me about viewing the surveillance footage after a couple of messages left over the course of a week and a half. The answer is: without a subpoena, no. That was disappointing. The first person I talked to there said they would pull the footage that night and have the owner call me back, but I suppose he shouldn’t have promised that. When the bar manager finally returned my calls, that little bit of unrealistic hope was crushed. It actually caused me to shed my first “real” tears over “all of this”, if only for about 90 seconds. Maybe my immature sense of fairness was hurt, or that’s the only extent of emotion I’m allowing myself because I’ve known since the beginning no one would ever be punished for what happened to me. If only I had enough sense to go directly to the E.R. that morning- if I got DNA and a positive drug screen- then the police would bother pursuing my case, but without tangible evidence, I’m just another case number with no leads and no point. I don’t know why I’m torturing myself by allowing myself to feel disappointed. “Justice” was never in the cards on this one; I’ve always known that.

I’m staying off of social media these days. It’s an irritation. The speculation and the sentimental imaginary “hugs” from odd acquaintances aren’t helping. I know that people on the outside of this think they can offer suggestions to help, or think they can suggest a new angle that I haven’t thought of, but the truth of the matter is I’m evidently a lot more knowledgeable than they are about all of it. Their sense of reality on the whole matter stems from TV shows and wishful thinking. Someone even had the audacity to suggest that since I’ve been to that bar before maybe someone targeted me because they remembered me. Jesus, that’s just the dumbest thing I’ve ever read. I know they mean well, but I decided that I really don’t need to read everyone’s dime store novel theories. Real life sometimes is just…random. I said it before: this is a crime of opportunity. I simply, stupidly, presented that opportunity.

The bar manager did say that she ejected a person that night because he was bothering the other patrons. I now think it was the guy that that girl was getting me away from- my very last memory for nine hours. If that’s the case, he was a dark, curly haired, obnoxious 22 year old kid, not that I can confirm with the surveillance footage to be sure. She also said that she didn’t think I was drugged- as I wasn’t “falling down all over the place”. From what I’ve learned since my first post, people can remain animated, walking and talking within a blackout, particularly if they have not consumed too much alcohol. From the outside, apparently, people just assumed I was drunk, no different from anyone else at the bar that night. That is so scary. In all reality, I really needed help- and no one realized it. Worst of all, as I was completely checked out in an anterograde amnesiac stupor, I certainly couldn’t have been able to let someone know that I needed help.

In other news, I get my second Hep B shot this Friday. Ick. I hope they use the small needle. The E.R. nurse claimed she was being nice to me by using the “small needle”. Maybe she says that to everyone, but her eyes got really big when she described the “big needle”, so I’m inclined to believe there’s a larger, more painful needle that generally goes with that inoculation. Not that I know anything about shots; I haven’t actually watched one go into my arm since I was 9 years old. If I want to avoid a total freak out, I have to watch the wall during the entire process and avoid seeing the needle at all costs- just a trick I finally developed after dealing with that phobia for my entire life. It beats having people sit on you while forcing you to take the shot in the ass. (Sadly, this is not an exaggeration. That…actually happened…once. Ahem.) Yeah. Fun times.

I haven’t started counseling yet. They haven’t called me so I assume that means there hasn’t been an opening in the schedule. I’m not that worried about it, but as sad as I felt this weekend regarding the surveillance footage, I’m beginning to realize that maybe I’m not as shatterproof as I initially thought. I’m still well overall, but I can see how perhaps the little things can add up over time and cause that facade to crack.

So…if anyone reading this wants to recommend some good stand up comedians, and in particular, good recent stand up comedy videos, pretty please leave your suggestions in comments. I’m running out of amusing/distracting entertainment at an alarming pace and need more post-haste. Danke.

Truvada, and adventures in post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP)

I haven’t written lately despite learning so many things last week because I feel miserable. Emotionally, I’m still a rockstar, but I have felt physically sick for these past couple of weeks, thanks to this blue horse pill that I hope will prevent me from feeling like this for the rest of my life. There was a possibility that my doctors were going to take me off post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP) last week for fear that I was developing severe side effects, but even if the doctors had reached that conclusion, I would have fought to complete the course of my PEP regimen because as terrible as the side effects have been, the very remote possibility of developing HIV is far scarier. But, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

I was prescribed a four week course of Truvada when I was in the emergency room as a prophylactic measure against HIV. Truvada is a combination of two drugs, emtricitabine and tenofovir, in one pill, which is why I sometimes seem to contradict myself by referring to being on “these HIV drugs” or “this HIV drug”. Emtricitabine is a nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitor and tenofovir is a nucleotide reverse transcriptase inhibitor. These types of drugs are sometimes referred to as NRTIs and NtRTIs. Without getting into the science that I really don’t understand given that I’m not a biochemist, NRTIs/NtRTIs are supposed to prevent the enzymatic process that allows HIV to reproduce.

Truvada is lauded as being a bit of a wonder drug as it reportedly has fewer side effects than older HIV meds. There are even some researchers who are encouraging the regular use of Truvada among high risk groups (namely, men who have sex with men) who are HIV- as a pre-exposure prophylaxis measure, though quite honestly, given my experience with it, I certainly wouldn’t opt to take it if I weren’t in direct risk. (It’s also really expensive, around $26/pill.) Truvada seems to be a go-to drug for PEP if HIV exposure is a possibility because it is a combination of two classes of recommended post-exposure drugs, and at a dose of only once per day it has a higher patient adherence rate than other medication regimens that require multiple doses per day.* However, there is really no single drug or set of drugs that is prescribed in HIV PEP as there are a number of drugs and combinations that are possible. The CDC recommendation is a 28 day course of “highly active antiretroviral therapy” (HAART) beginning within 72 hours of possible exposure. The State of California recommends the same. The reason that the accepted PEP course is 28 days long is because animal studies indicate that a course of only three days is ineffective, a ten day course is effective only part of the time, and that a course of longer than four weeks does not seem to increase efficacy.

Anyway, I feel miserable because… first, it was the persistent nausea. Luckily, that is subsiding. Normally I would juice fast a couple of days a week but since “my incident” and being put on Truvada, I have been forced by necessity to eat solid food every day, and to snack regularly throughout the day to keep the nausea at bay. At first this was difficult because my stomach really didn’t want to accept all this food, but being human, it’s now gotten quite used to regular feedings.** Occasionally I have dizziness, and that’s probably the worst side effect of them all, but luckily the dizzy spells are short lived, and only tend to last 5-10 minutes. What I’m really struggling with these days are the round-the-clock headaches and the all-pervasive fatigue that borders on narcolepsy.

I’m only being slightly facetious when describing the extreme exhaustion as “borderline narcolepsy” because I am bloody tired ALL THE TIME. My body is dragging. I feel so weak. Every little thing seems to require extra effort. The headache just compounds it. Last Monday, I drank three energy drinks, an energy shot, and I still had to take a 30 minute nap- at work– just to make it to 5 PM.

I spend all my free time now cat napping. I’ve never been a very good napper but now I am napping all the time on the weekends and evenings because I simply cannot stay awake. I only have access to a fraction of my brain capacity right now. My eyes cross and go blurry all the time. I’m virtually useless at work except for the really mundane tasks. Despite having “quit” caffeine last year, I’m forced to drink it in mass quantities just to remain upright at my job. I cannot do arithmetic in my head these days, and have to keep bringing the calculator up on the computer to do the simplest problems.  I have no attention span. My escape lately has been watching television shows, but I have to rewind constantly because I’ll realize several minutes on that I have no idea what any of the characters have said. It’s taking me literally two hours to watch a one hour program.***

Truvada is processed by the kidneys, so (sorry to get graphic) my urine output has been phenomenal. The dehydration is apparently compounding the headache problem. But, I drink water constantly…and I think you can imagine how this cycle goes. I’m freaking Niagra Falls. Luckily, the diarrhea subsided around the same time as the nausea, or else I can’t imagine how much harder my head would be pounding or how much sicker I would feel now. Though I am (graphic alert again), literally (literal alert again) taking a shit every time I go to the bathroom. (Yes, I could have worded that more politely, but really, why bother?) The laxative effect is still in effect, and maybe my regular snacking is what is keeping my bowels from going completely helter skelter on me.

I find a little bit of irony in that Truvada is a big blue pill. In The Matrix, it was the red pill that made you see reality, but the blue pill that allowed you to continue living in fantasy. To have Truvada prescribed, you are already enmeshed in reality, a reality where you may develop HIV or may have already developed it. You can’t get much more “real” than that.

I had my first (and so far, only) anxiety attack regarding “all of this” for about ten minutes last weekend. For some reason, my extreme exhaustion hit at the same time that springtime allergies hit our area.  I slept for three and a half to four hours solid both Saturday and Sunday afternoons. This is not normal for me at all. I only sleep like this when I’m sick. That voice I’ve kept at the back of my head since my assault must have felt extra ballsy because I thought, “What if these are the ‘early flu-like symptoms’ that people experience soon after HIV exposure?” I shot off a couple of emails to my PCP (Primary Care Physician) and started researching Truvada and PEP post-sexual assault online. I relaxed a bit after reading a few points like, even if my attacker was HIV+, I still have only a slight chance of contracting it; or that if I complete this cycle of PEP, numerous observational studies indicate I should be fine.

My PCP is a family doctor and really doesn’t know much about HIV. I wondered this when she told me to wait six months before getting my next HIV test when she called the morning after my E.R. visit because I thought that sounded a bit antiquated. She couldn’t answer my questions, so instead referred me to an infectious disease expert and my new ally. “Sue”, a nurse practitioner in the infectious disease department at Kaiser, called me not once, but twice, of her own accord and added herself to my practitioner panel so that I could easily email her questions. After ascertaining that I am most likely not developing lactic acidosis from Truvada, she admitted that the early side effects of Truvada feel exactly like the flu. Oh joy! So, Truvada does have fewer side effects than the traditional HIV meds, but it takes six-eight weeks of continuous use before they normalize. Since I only get to experience the joy of Truvada for four weeks, I’m suffering all the side effects.

As she is an expert, I wanted to know why I wasn’t given a more rigorous PEP regime in the emergency room. PEP in the U.K. as well as in other states here very often includes an additional drug, a protease inhibitor, in addition to the two NRTIs/NtRTIs. True, the standard PEP when the risk of exposure is unknown is exactly what I got: a four week course of Truvada starting within 72 hours of potential exposure. However, the standard PEP if there is assumed to be a high risk (assailant is HIV+, is known to have sex with men, or is an intravenous drug user), is Truvada plus Kaletra (another single pill combination of two drugs: lopinavir and ritonavir) or an even newer recommendation of Truvada plus Raltegravir (brand name: Isentress). I wanted to know why I wasn’t given this regimen, despite not knowing the status of my attacker, precisely because we don’t know the HIV status of my attacker. I would have preferred to tread as cautiously as possible. Of course, I only read up on HIV PEP 10-14 days after my attack, so it would have been too late to add another drug to the mix. HIV PEP procedure needs to begin within 72 hours, though I have read a couple of sources that will prescribe PEP up to five or seven days, but with the disclaimer to do so goes against standard guidelines and is probably much less effective. (Experts claim that HIV will have reproduced just enough times within the system to render PEP procedures moot after just a few days. Animal studies indicate that HIV takes about three days to reach the lymph nodes and five days to reach the blood cells. This is why starting PEP as soon as possible is crucial.)

Sue said that I should rest assured that I was given exactly what the CDC recommends, and that additional drugs could have increased side effects. Kaletra supposedly increases complaints of diarrhea, for example. However, it seems that Isentress is better tolerated, and adds no additional side effects other than those experienced by Truvada anyway, but as the studies involving Isentress are newer (the abstract I linked to above was published only last month), perhaps this knowledge hasn’t filtered through to the CDC. Besides, the CDC have not updated the HIV PEP guidelines since 2005. (But a lot of research has been performed since 2005…?) Standard guidelines in the U.K. for post-sexual assault PEP are Truvada plus Kaletra, and apparently France follows the same. The recent studies and reports about Truvada plus Isentress demonstrate equal effectiveness, and with fewer side effects.

Though, Sue did set my mind at ease. She even had to take a four week course of Truvada once, so she could sympathize with what I was going through. She suggested that I not drink acidic drinks (no juice, damn), and avoid spicy foods (the day after I had Indian food for dinner, ha!) to see if that improves the side effects. She also encouraged me to drink more liquids, but I already drink more beverage than anyone I know. She should have reminded me not to drink alcoholic beverages while on that call- even though I’m not drinking at all right now- because Truvada can be pretty hard on the liver.

Although I do feel much better mentally in regard to my PEP regimen, had I known as much as I know now, I would have insisted on Kaletra or Isentress in addition to Truvada when I was in the E.R. I’d rather be safe than sorry, and I would have wanted as many weapons in my arsenal as possible, even with the chance of increased side effects. So, that’s my take-home lesson of this blog post. If you suspect you were possibly exposed to HIV (through unprotected sex, sexual assault, a needle stick, or because of sharing needles or a condom break), you need to go to the E.R. and start PEP as soon as possible within the first 72 hours. Insist that they give you either Kaletra or Isentress in addition to Truvada, if those options are available.**** Make sure that you are satisfied with the care you have received and understand fully how you are to follow your PEP regimen. You might have to consult with your pharmacist when you pick up your meds if you are unclear about anything, and make sure they give you printed information for all drugs you received so that you can refer back to the literature later if you are having unusual side effects. There is the potential that some side effects may be life threatening, so be sure to pay attention to your symptoms and do not hesitate to ask questions or seek medical attention if necessary.

Needless to explain, I’m not a medical professional and this blog post shouldn’t be taken as absolute advice, though personally I wish I had read this before my emergency room visit so I could have been a better informed patient.***** At the very least, had I read this at the beginning my PEP course I would have had a much better idea of what I had in store: headaches, fatigue, the attention span of a goldfish…

Ahhh…just a bit longer. I can nearly see the bottom of that pill jar now.


*The CDC document “Antiretroviral Postexposure Prophylaxis After Sexual, Injection-Drug Use, or Other Nonoccupational Exposure to HIV in the United States” actually says, “Adherence to antiretroviral medications can be challenging, even for 28 days. In addition to common side effects such as nausea and fatigue, each dose reminds the patient of his or her risk for acquiring HIV infection. Adherence has been reported to be especially poor among sexual assault survivors. Steps to maximize medication adherence include prescribing medications with fewer doses and fewer pills per dose…”

**(If, however, my stomach starts calling me “Seymour”, all bets are off.)

*** (I’m not a person to misuse the term “literally” in place of “figuratively”. This has actually happened a few times in the past week alone. I’m not counting all the times I have to pause to snooze in the middle of a program either. I am figuratively a space cadet. See what I did there? I’d laugh at myself for typing that except I’m too tired to exert the energy. Even this very post has literally taken me days to write. Man, that deserves a knee slap…but maybe I’ll get around to it tomorrow?)

****If your clinic will not give you Truvada, Combivir and Kaletra is also a frequently prescribed combination with a high success rate. Both meds are also a combination of two drugs, though Combivir is an older drug combination that contains AZT, the first drug approved in the United States for HIV/AIDS treatment. It may have harsher side effects than Truvada, but it might be cheaper, so take this regimen if it is the only option they are offering you. This course is consistent with World Health Organization (WHO) guidelines. Note: the link directly above, is also an excellent FAQ regarding post-sexual assault PEP.

*****I also recommend this source regarding HIV PEP in general: this page details your various options- the pros and cons of electing a PEP course, the different combinations of PEP regimes, the different classes of drugs in PEP regimes, the likelihood of infection, ect., though the information presented here is much more dense than the FAQ linked above.