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!
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