Yesterday after work I went to get screened for HIV and syphilis. The guy behind the counter asked why, and I said I was looking into assisted reproduction and they had asked me for this. He got riled up, apparently because private clinics encourage you to get lab results from public clinics. He also said these were not the tests that I needed. I sensed a beef, but I shrugged it off and asked if this was just for high risk patients or if I was taking a test from someone who was truly at risk. He said no and with this acceded to perform the test.
I estimate my chances of having any of these two diseases was one in a million (ok, realistically one in 10,000). When I was in Montreal two years ago I got screened for almost every possible STD. I actually wanted an appointment with an urologist, but the Canadian health system is overbooked to the point where it's all collapsed. I saw there were sex health clinics specialized in young people (below 25) and the gay community which had appointments available. When asked if I had sex with men I said yes, but the guy attending me was not an urologist but a nurse, so I went through the motions and got screened for everything (even Chagas disease), which I had never done in my life, and thankfully everything came back negative.
Since then I've had two sexual partners, both with very low risk sexual practices, so I had peace of mind after he pricked my finger and we waited for the results to visually show up on the test. He printed a sheet of paper which was stamped at the desk, and then I wrote V. that I could drop it off because she has an appointment on Friday which I will not be able to attend, because I'm going on a company retreat.
V. didn't respond, so I walked to her apartment and rang the bell. Nobody answered. Somebody came out of her building and I sneaked in, dropping off the results in her mailbox.
After this I went to my twerk class. I really enjoy it. I like how my hips feel stiff and gradually loosen up. It's perhaps the part of my body where I still have easy gains in mobility. I notice how I enter all serious and leave happy. The bum lifting motions cause the strangest sensation in my legs, like I'm pulling all my nerves and I feel tingling all the way down to my feet. My whole pelvic area has been neglected most of my life.
At night sleep didn't come easily. I had an erection for most of the night which I chose not to rub off and I was restless, grinding myself into the bed unconsciously.
As I write this I notice how strange all of this is, yet it's ok /shrug.