Thursday, October 06, 2011
you got da clap my dear
So, hopefully I can get ahold of you, in other words, hopefully you gave us a real telephone number. Hopefully, your number is not turned off, which is the case more times then you would think. So I get ahold of you and drop the bomb, you got the clap sweet pea, a SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DIESEASE. I always emphasize that part. Reactions vary from a nonchalant OK to anger. Then there is the person who starts asking questions. They want to know: how long does it take this to develop? They are trying to figure out who gave it to them. Help me....
Anyway I call the script into the drugstore or they pick it up. I tell them to have any sexual partners treated. Heh. Then I tell them my favorite part: We are obligated to report this result to the state board of health and they will be contacting you. They gonna be askin' who yo sex partners are so they can track their butts down.
This whole process is a lot of fun for everyon involved...
A side note: Men with STDs are getting off a lot easier these days. It used to be that the doctor took a culterette and did a little roto router action on yer johnson. Those days are gone. Now all you have to do is pee in a cup if you are a guy. Thing is, the gals still have to endure the pelvic. Another example of how women suffer in this life. Yeah I said it: suffer.
Posted by girlvet at 1:42 PM