So I got the results of my test back on Friday…well, kinda’. At first, I got the good news: I’m Herpes-free! Then the doctor wanted to look at my penis again. It’s strange that I have no problem pulling my pants down when sex is involved, but for a bona fide medical issue I felt awkward and self-conscious. He looks at the sores down there and tells me that it really looks like Herpes, so he wants to run a couple more tests. He had the nurses call into the lab and the lab said they had enough blood left to run the tests. They told me that I should call on Tuesday to find out if the results were in, so I did and they told me the test results were ready.
They screwed up. The test results they were looking at were from Friday, not my new ones. It turns out that the new ones were cancelled because there wasn’t enough blood left over after all. Grrr. So this doctor decides to take another look at my penis, which is almost healed at this point. Now this doctor looks at it and says that it doesn’t look anything like Herpes. He thinks it was probably just a bacterial infection, but he wants to get the results of the test anyway. The nurses came in to take more blood.
Oh, but I got a new nurse to take my blood. She had a more experienced nurse looking after her, but it was clear that she didn’t quite know what she was doing. At first, she started tapping to find the vein and she was nowhere close. Then when she went to poke me, she stuck the needle in too far so no blood was coming out. The experienced nurse kept telling her to pull it out a little, but she was trying to be subtle about it because she didn’t want me to freak out. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Finally, the blood was drawn, and now I’m waiting for the results.
The doctor did tell me that these tests were a long shot at this point since my last test didn’t only come back negative, but they suggested that I hadn’t even been exposed to Herpes. By the way, I haven’t had sex since this whole thing started. It wasn’t on my mind much when I had the sores, but now that I don’t I’m going through withdrawals. I’m trying to be cool about it and wait until I at least get these last test results back, though.
On another note, last weekend my family and I got my sister’s room ready for me to move in. It’s going to be a little strange to move in, and I’m a little worried about falling into my old depressive cycle because it’s going to be the same environment with my good ol’ narcissist mother, difficult to tolerate as ever. Now I’m not going to have the option of going home at the end of the day.
There are some good things, though, and I’m trying to focus on those. First, I’ll save money on rent and food. Second, Nancy won’t be able to come with me so I’ll get away from her and we can finally break up. Third, I’ll be closer to the Bay Area where there are better jobs and more women. I think this will be a good halfway step between my current job and something bigger, and it will give me a chance to move on after I have everything back under control.
living like cotton
