No Crotch Rot Here
When I went to the gynecologist a couple weeks ago I asked her to test me for everything. Note: I did not say “STD.” STD is not a happy word. Only happy words are welcome in my Happy Place.
“Hmm…” The doctor said as she flipped through my chart. “We’ve never tested you for AIDS. Want me to do that too?”
“Yes please.” I shuddered under my paper gown. Yes please? Am I asking for a second helping of potato salad? What the fuck. This isn’t potato salad this is fucking AIDS.
We are so so far from my Happy Place right now. Not a unicorn or Oreo in sight.
