A Health Update--Go Get Tested!

 Northwest Indiana and Home—October, 2024

 

It was three days after the Fornication Party (and just three days until I was headed home) that I realized something was going on in my urinary tract.  It seemed too soon for me to see symptoms from anything I might have caught at Fornication, as bacterial infections usually show a week to ten days after exposure.  And this was different.

Over my checkered sexual history, I have had a sampling of the big three:  syphilis, gonorrhea and chlamydia (but honestly, not as often as you would think with how active I am.)  There was no burn when I pissed or that feeling of razor blades in the urethra.  There was no yellow/greenish discharge or any of the symptoms of syph.  

I went to piss again.  That was the first symptom.  I was needing to piss every 50 minutes—and it had to be the moment the feeling started—I could not hold off.  And there was pressure before the flow started.  Almost as if the piss had to fight to get through a build-up of something in the tract to get out.  It ached after I was done—not a sharp pain—just very dull.  It even made my balls hurt.  I looked in the bowl.  The little piss that came was totally white.

I thought back—I had had the white piss before, but without the pressure/ache.  It was likely a non-specific infection; the whiteness being caused by all those white blood cells trying to fight it.  I had little time with my work schedule down here to fix it—and frankly wasn’t eager to find a clinic out of state.  I waited until I got home.  But I got home on Saturday and the County Health Department (where I go for all my testing) wasn’t open until Monday.  I called the moment they opened…and they still couldn’t see me until Wednesday.  A week after the symptoms had started.

I had the whole battery of tests.  The head nurse agreed with my likely diagnosis, but she wanted to know exactly what it was so she could prescribe the best antibiotic.   She thought she would have the answer on Friday.

She didn’t.  Late Monday she called me.   Test results were finally in.  I was negative for HIV, for syph, for gono, for chlamydia, for trichomonas and hepatitis.  I did indeed have an odd urinary tract infection, likely picked up from feces in someone’s ass.  She sent off the prescription to my pharmacy.

I could feel relief by the second pill.  I finished up the bottle in a week.  Relief.  And back to normal.

Why tell you, my readers, all this?  Well, two things.  It will certainly impact my writing here as I have nothing to relate since Fornication.  (But I will take care of that as soon as this is published…)

The other reason is to help fight that stigma about STI’s.  They are a fact of life if you bareback.  Get tested.  I love the County Health Department as those folks have seen it all.  There was no judgement.  They want what you want—to get it taken care of…

I test regularly.  If you play around, test.  Even the basic STI’s can be there with little or no symptoms.  For yourself and your partners!