Just scooch to the end of the table...

Claire here.

I am fine.  I did not have an STI, what I had was BV.  I have pills to take and it will go away.  I just can't drink for 9 days: no problem, I rarely drink anyway.

However, the whole clinic experience was new for me.  Fortunately, it is really near my work.  As I said before I do know staff who work there, but fortunately either they were not on duty, or they didn't recognise me, or they are good at their jobs.  I am going to vote for good at their jobs.

Yesterday was a bit of a bust, because the clinic slots are on a first-come first-serve basis.  20 minutes before is nowhere near first-come.  So, today I got there about 50 minutes before and got to be #4. There were laminated cards - pink for the girls and blue for the boys.

I spent a significant amount of time in the clinic either giggling or stifling giggles. I am very difficult to embarrass and very easy to amuse.

After about two hours of waiting and form filling I was called in from the waiting room by the doctor.  I have lectured this guy - but either losing 30 pounds has changed me significantly or he doesn't remember. And there is a student in the room; of course she can stay.  We go through symptoms, sexual partners long term, when I last had sex, sexual partners recently, and you can see the lovely doctor getting there: yes I fuck couples with my husband.  But, as any good doctor, he does not judge.

We talk about the risks, and the diseases I can catch through unprotected oral sex: I think he said AIDS, Gonorrhoea and Syphilis (sorry - I wasn't taking notes).  However, all of this is highly unlikely to be transmitted through unprotected oral sex unless I have open sores or cuts in my mouth. He did, however, ask that we compromise and not let men come in my mouth.  Well, that wasn't happening with strangers anyway, so no problem on that! He also tactfully suggested that maybe John and I would like to get a smaller circle of friends we fuck, to reduce the risk.  You gotta love doctors, they are such funny people.

After that lovely chat (accompanied by free condoms) I was ushered next door to get undressed.  A nurse walks in and says "I'm here to be your chaperone - I always get a kick out of saying that!" I do appreciate that she is there, because: hey, two people in the room when I am naked in stirrups is simply not enough of an audience. We talk about my home town, and how lovely it is.  Partway through the exam, I make conversation with the student: she is in her fourth year.

I was poked an prodded and stuck and vampired (twice, she didn't get the vein first time) and got my initial results within 20 minutes.  I had nothing to worry about, it is all good.  I got my diagnosis of BV, my pills and another bag of condoms!

I am sure I will be back again soon, as they recommended (in the nicest possible way) quarterly check-ups.