Receiving a text message with the four words of “we need to talk” always creates a sense of panic within me. That text message then resulted in a phone call, leaving the “Hey, is everything ok?” voice mail, and then the waiting game begins of the having the “we need to talk” conversation. Those sorts of talks can end up really good or really bad – for me it tends to end up more bad than good. This conversation was no exception and when it was said and done, I was in complete shock.
There is no worse of a feeling than to find out from one of your flings that he had a routine STD test and his results came back as positive from chlamydia. The worst part is that he’s fairly positive he acquired it from me. Panic ensues on my end, I immediately call my gynecologist to set up an emergency appointment. I am extremely thankful to have a caring and non-judgemental gynecologist. However, I prefer to see her once a year for my annual PAP smear and call it a wrap. So having the insides of my lady bits swabbed with a q-tip and having blood drawn for a full STD work up was not my idea of a fun afternoon away from the office. I don’t know what is worse though, the actual STD testing process or the process of calling everyone you’ve been even the slightest bit sexual active with to tell them you might have chlamydia. Chlamydia can be transmitted through oral sex, vaginal intercourse, and anal sex. I am not 100% sure yet if I have chlamydia – I’m still waiting on my STD results. As a precaution, my gynecologist prescribed me the antibiotics to rid the potential chlamydia from my system.
I’d like this to be a wake up call for myself and for all of you to practice safer sex. You can trust your partner to a degree but you never know 100% until you get tested. If you haven’t gotten tested recently, I highly suggest you set up an appointment with your doctor or local health clinic to get yourself an STD checkup. Your sexual health is your responsibility – we all need to take better care of ourselves. The process of getting tested can be humiliating but necessary. Wrap it up RVA and let’s practice safer sex, shall we?
In The Middle is a 20-something chick looking for love, good luck and a hot pair of heels in the River City. You can follow her on Twitter @InTheMiddleRVA.
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