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Well, the good news is that I’m not pregnant, and the bad news is that I’ve got some kind of VD. Not a terrible, life-threatening, incurable kind, but a non-specific sort. I really hate going to the walk in-clinic for this stuff. I hate the way they just assume - kind of half-smiling in reception- that everyone who goes in there is
a) pregnant, or
b) riddled with VD.
And, of course, I hate the way they are right.
When I was being rubbed with hot mud and wrapped in plastic at The Grove, the massage lady had the whole medical thing just right: caring and gentle and concerned. The nurse at the walk–in place was the opposite.
Oh, and it makes me wonder what else has to happen to make going to The Grove with Michael definitely NOT worth it. I feel it’s sort of hanging in the balance at the moment.
Still, at least my local Tesco has ‘discontinued’ luxury chocolate for 39p, so I’m just going to overdose on the stuff until I can drink cocktails again.
5 comments:
Oh NO!!!
Is this something Michael gave you? Or is it just a yeast infection (candida overgrowth) that you could have gotten on your own?
If it is definitely something he gave you, that he knew he was infected with and that it was contagious, especially if there is no cure such as Herpes, Wow.
In that case, Cow thinks the only call you should give him is one to ask how much he is going to compensate you for your pain and suffering, and when you may expect the check.
Because knowingly infecting someone with a disease is really bad, and at least in this country, can be sued over.
Moo!
Dear Topiary, no, it's nothing incurable or serious. It's Chlamydia. And I'm almost completely sure I didn't have it before I met him.And they said in the leaflet they gave me that I had to contact all previous partners in the last six months, butI haven't been out with anyone seriously for the past eight months apart from him.
So it makes dropping in on him next Friday a bit more complicated, doesn't it? My message won't be nearly as romantic. Sort of: thank you so much for the lovely weekend but not for something else...
Well, it would be nice to have a cheque, but that's an even trickier thing to ask for.
Maybe he doesn't even know he's got it? Love from scones xx
Dearie me, dearie me.
Since your symptoms appeared just a few days after seeing him, that rather points to your getting it from him, and not having it before. Although it can be symptomless, you ARE having symptoms, so it's not been dormant and symptomless, right?
Yes, that does make the dropping in/calling a trifle more interesting.
Yes, indeedy. My my.
In fact, it almost moves it to the "Urgent" category.
A tangled web, indeed. For you must finish your treatment, and he must get treated too, now.
My, my. An awkward conversation, indeed, made even more awkward if he doesn't call and you must do the calling.
Strange, because here in the States, should someone have a contagious disease, the State Health Authority notifies everyone, in a burst of officialdom, by means of...wait for it....a postcard.
Yep, so even your mailman can know what diseases you have.
PS Cow would give him the benefit of the doubt that he doesn't know he has it.
My my.
Topiary reeling from this unexpected development!
Moo!
Dear Topiary, well, to go into seamy details, I didn't actually have any symptoms from it, as it is symptomless in women. I had really bad thrush (which can be quite innocent) and went to the drop-in clinic about it, and the nurse there asked me about my romantic life and then said severely that she'd like to do some other tests on me.And that's when they found the Chlamydia. So Rachel says I could possibly have had it before, for ages, and given it to him. Though surely my previous boyfriend, James, would have told me... Michael certainly gave me the thrush, though. I suppose that the whole thing about whose fault it is a bit unclear. I'm just really glad it was not something horrible and incurable like herpes. Love from scones xx
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