Yesterday I left work at to go get tested for HIV/Syphilis/Ghonerrea/Chlamydia. Now before you start to worry about me, there was no specific reason for getting tested. I was just going to get a regular type checkup. I will admit that I had foolishly let too much time pass between this HIV test and the last one. It had been almost two years since I had been tested.
I used to be so good at getting tested just about every six months, but things just started slipping, and too much time passed. I made and appointment for me and one for Xoch. We always get tested together.
So I left at 2 and went by Sams to get some digital pics printed, then headed over to pick up Xoch to go get tested. It was such an experience. We had never before been tested for the STD’s, only HIV. Neither of us knew what to expect.
I started to realize that they were going to need to draw blood, and in large quantities. I started getting queezy just thinking about it. I used to be so good with getting shots and getting blood drawn, but now I’m all queezy about it. Mr. Dr needed to take two syringes full of blood, and I was not happy about that.
I decided to turn my head and not watch it, and it ended up going by a lot faster than I thought. I felt a little light headed, but I hadn’t seen any blood, so I was fine. He asked if I was ok, I said “yes”, then he says, “See! We didn’t draw too much blood.” Then he SHOWS me the viles of blood.
NO SIR!
I was instantly feeling faint. I don’t do blood. It freaks me out. I don’t want to see my blood, or anyone else’s… EVER. I managed to breathe and get out of his lab room without passing out, but I seriously was close. Xoch didn’t have any problem with the blood giving, she just got freaked out when he told her about the pelvic exam.
She came out, sat next to me and said, “Nope. Not going to happen. I’m not prepared for this. No. I ain’t doing it. I’m getting one in June from my Dr. There’s no need to get an extra.” She asked me if I had to get anything like that done, and I said “I don’t think so, because I don’t have a vagina.” So needless to say… Xoch refused the STD screening and was in and out of Ms Dr’s office with a quickness.
So then Ms. Dr lady calls me into her office for the rest of the exam. At this point I thought I was going in for the consultation and the saliva swab for the HIV test. I had read something in the office about the rapid test HIV and so I was sure that’s how things were going to go.
She asked me all the standard questions, then asked me to hop up on the paper bedded thingy. She did some tests and checked some things, got some swab samples, and then left.
She comes back in and says, “HIV came back negative.” I was so excited, but mainly because I had been looking at the STD symptoms poster and was sure I had half of those symptoms. I had myself all worked up and was starting to hyperventilate when she came back in and announced my negative status.
But you have to understand that I’m the kind of person that is sure I’m going to fail drug tests and I’ve never taken an illegal drug in my life. I just get like that about everything.
So all in all, it was a good trip and I’m thrilled to be HIV and Ghonorrea free. I won’t know about the other STD’s until the 19th, but I’m sure I’m free of those too. I have no reason to think I would have them. I’m a good boy.
After that, I went to work out with Tracy (personal trainer). She totally kicked my butt again. I think she may be under the misconception that I’m trying out for the iron man competition or something. She keeps saying things like, “Let’s go for failure! Keep going until you can’t go no more.”
Seriously! She had me doing push ups and I got to the point where I couldn’t even get off the floor. I was so worn out. I just kept laughing, and I’m sure she thought I was crazy, but I couldn’t stop laughing because she was seriously beating me down. I was worthless when I left there. I couldn’t even buckle my seat belt.
It was even hard to shower and dry off. I couldn’t do anything. Kristi came over so that we could make enchiladas together, and I could barely help her do that. I couldn’t even shake the chili powder out of the bottle. I was worthless.
So anyways… Kristi and I made enchiladas and sat around chatting all night about relationships, work, and stuff like that. When we get to talking, we can go for hours. She didn’t end up leaving until 11ish.
The enchiladas, rice, and beans came out great. I ate a lot and I still have leftovers. That girl is the sweetest!
