Turns out it’s probably just as well I didn’t go out with Ian last night, as it looks like I have some sort of UTI now. It itches like mad. Thanks, Bryan, hope you’re itching too. Didn’t see that in your profile. I had to call in sick and make an urgent appointment with my doctor, who had me pee in a bottle and give some blood for testing, before prescribing something for me to be going on with. I now have ‘query gonorrhea’ in my medical notes. Great. Every girl’s dream.
New rule: don’t have unprotected sex with someone I’ve just met — I can’t believe I didn’t already have that rule. Saturday night is going straight into the fucket bucket.
Of course, I was hoping that I didn’t bump into anyone I knew in the doctor’s waiting room, but everything there was handled confidentially and professionally. Not so at the pharmacy, however, where the staff seem to take delight in loudly calling out your name when your script for antibiotics is ready.
When I arrived back at work I bumped into Stuart, who said he hoped I enjoyed my birthday on the weekend. I said thanks, but how did he know it was my birthday. He hesitated, then had to tell me that Natalie had accidently read the card attached to the flowers that Christopher had sent me. Accidently! It was inside my locked front gate. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a motion sensor camera mounted outside my house to track my comings and goings.
This evening, Christopher finally face-timed me for my birthday of two or possibly three days ago. I was a bit emotional talking with him, what with it being my birthday and everything. I’m a little out of practice with birthdays and this year’s was a real downer. Anyway, we had a chat for about half an hour. It was so great to talk to him. I didn’t mention my query gonorrhea, though. Your kids don’t need to know everything about your day.