I've got the second of the two Blogmeets to go to tomorrow. I'll be starting to fancy myself as an old hand at these things soon.

Last night we picked up an alcoholic who is HIV positive. I (still) have no real fear of HIV patients, even when they are bleeding a bit and this patient wasn’t (although they had wet themselves). The only problem is that I seem to have turned into one of Pavlov's dogs. When we found out the patient was HIV+ my stomach churned as if I were back on the PEP. It was really rather strange because it wasn't fear (I'll only have that when I'm due for my HIV test) but instead something more...biological.
The son of the patient was extremely embarrassed at the antics of his parent, and my crewmate spent some time making sure that he was alright.