I'm feeling a little better recently, the side effects of the PEP seem to have subsided somewhat – and I'm getting bored, so I may be going back to work shortly.
I have my second date with occupational health on Friday, for a blood test to make sure that the PEP isn't battering my liver/kidneys/pancreas and that my white cell count hasn't lowered. Work have said they'll do everything they can to supply a vehicle to get me down to SE London.
I've been thinking a bit about the “donor”; I wonder how he feels – he's laying in bed after having a rather frightening collapse in the street, with a broken jaw and the reason for the collapse unknown. Then a couple of days later the medical team ask him to consent to some more blood tests because he may have infected the EMT who helped him out.
If it were me I'd be absolutely mortified.
So when I talk to the occupational health I'll ask them if they can get a message back to him, letting him know that I'm fine and that I don't blame him for anything. I know his name and address, but I don't think it'd be right to turn up on his doorstep to talk to him.
I hope he is alright and that the collapse was something simple – I suspect a TIA, which can be a precursor to a stroke, but with the right meds hopefully the threat of that can be controlled.