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Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Sexual Health

Two weeks ago I went to the hospital. I'm not even sure I mentioned that I was going. I booked myself an appointment and I went for a sexual health check up.

It went like this: Go on bus to hospital. Get directions to GUM clinic (fourth floor, down to the right). Tell secretary I arrived. Fill out form with contact details. Read sheet about confidentiality and things to tell Doctor. Wait for 15 minutes (I was early). See Doctor. Go over details. Talk about past sex life (in a professional manner). Be asked to strip from waist down and climb into stirrups. Get undressed from waist down and climb into stirrup chair (this is harder than you may think, they move and the seat ends where your bum should lie, tricky business) and put small piece of paper over my privates. Nurse and Doctor enter (both female). We talk about school, Doctor warns me she will entering a metal thing into my pussy, but that it's not cold. It was warm. Doctor took two samples. Doctor said: "one from the urethra" and less than a second of a tiny burn followed as she swabbed me. Was told I could get dressed and to wait in chair until Doctor came back. Asked for some condoms. Was given condoms. While alone looked through condom box and napped 6 more on top of the 8 I had been given (including vanilla and blueberry flavoured). Doctor came back. Told me if I had not been contacted by text from them within 2 weeks I was clean. Went home with my 14 condoms and a slightly questionable horniness. It was not an unpleasant experience. I got free condoms (and they are really free because I don't pay tax). My appoinment did not involve a blood test because I give blood and they check for HIV, AIDs and Hepatitis. I don't personally mind giving blood, but either way.

I'm clean.

2 comments:

Sara said...

Stirrups?

Difficult?

Pah, hopeless. You can't even mount a chair!

:P

SBHx

Saboo said...

clean im dissapointed if you can manage what you manage without catching something then it makes my excuse and the entirety of those pricks with the rings excuses invalid
damn and congrats (to) you at the same time.