Young Geoffrey (ed_rex) wrote,
Young Geoffrey

Don't You Hate It When Your Doctor Says "Call Me"?

Naturally, one of the first things I did after Laura and I broke up was make an appointment with my doctor. There's nothing like finding out that the woman you loved - and with whom you had been exchanging bodily fluids a couple of times a day sans protection has been screwing around on you to make a man get some blood-work done. And naturally, I set the appointment for 3 months after my last encounter with her - I went in for the tests of October 11th, 3 months plus a day.

Now, my doctor did say she would have me come in regardless of the results of the tests, but after a month - yesterday, to tell you the truth - I decided that the standard "no news is good news" would apply.

And naturally, when I came home this evening (about which, more anon), there was a message waiting for me. "Please call doctor Keystone for an appointment."

Well, shit. It was long after closing when I picked it up, so I won't know until the morning even when I will find out whether there is (or is not) something wrong.


When I went in and asked to have myself tested my doctor almost tried to argue me out of it. "You're not doing intravenous drugs, you're not having anal sex, the chances are - even if your ex is infected, that you're fine."

"Give me the tests anyway," I said. "I want to be able to look my next lover in the eye and say with a straight face, 'Yes, I'm clean'."

And so they took my urine and my blood.

And now I have to wait until the morning to find out when I will get the official good (or bad) news.

Fuck I hate being cheated on and lied to.

* * *

Speaking of exes, I was supposed to see Borat tonight with my ex-ex, Siya.

Unfortunately - from the point of view of those with whom I want to discuss the movie - Siya was more in the mood to talk than watch. And so we had a couple of drinks and, by the time we were she was ready to go face the music, it was too late for me to catch the show.

Borat will have to wait.

Siya is another woman who broke my heart. However, she did it honourably. She told me that things weren't working out between us, that she had met someone else. It took me a long time to get over her, but once I did, I was able to renew a friendship with her. Honesty and integrity really do mean a hell of a lot.

And so, friendship trumped art and I will have to see Borat another time. Do any of you, my Gentle Readers, feel like attending the cinema with me (comedy is best served to groups)?

And yes, if it turns out I have AIDS, I'll let you all know. Then I'll go on a month-long bender, after which, well - who the hell knows how I'll deal.

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