Anxious. Got my blood taken yesterday to be tested for HIV and I am scared shitless at work awaiting the results. I made the decision to share a needle one time three months ago, and that decision has been haunting me ever since. I got pancreatis the very next morning putting me in the hospital for a week. I knew after that night my life was going to change for the better, and it has. I just hope results come back negative so that I can move on without having to worry about infecting someone that I love because of my horrible decisions. I don't think I could live with that.