Betticus
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So anyway. I went to my doctors appointment. Next time I will definately specify that I want an HIV screen and not let the acronym STD slip out of my mouth. I said STD and the damn doc asks me if I had high risk activity so I'm not really commital. I was honestly trying to think of it all since my last test. So anyway, he flips into his Joseph Mengele persona and goes all NAZI concentration camp on me. I am getting all of the fucking STD tests now. The dude does something that he refers to as taking a swab for a culture. This translates directly into English as "I'm going to ram a dry q-tip inside your cock and it will hurt like fucking hell". So yeah. It kinda felt like the inside of my penis was on fire. It's been fifteen hours and I can still feel it. Fucker! I think he did that on purpose. Anyway my buddy Rocky calls after that is done and we are chatting and I tell her that my cock is in trauma. I tell her that I went in and asked for the std screen and she just got all weird and said "Oh no, you poor bastard"! She just asked me if they used a q-tip and I said yeah. She told me that she was sorry and all of that.
To make it even worse. He didn't even call the nurse. I had Johnny Bench handling my junk. I swear to God that I will never get the prostate exam. Not from that guy.
I need a hug.
To make it even worse. He didn't even call the nurse. I had Johnny Bench handling my junk. I swear to God that I will never get the prostate exam. Not from that guy.
I need a hug.