Oh No He Di-ent!!

Approximately 12-13 years ago, I received a post card from the health dept & consequently ignored it. About a week later, I received another one & ignored that one too. I just so happened to tell one of my best friends about it & she said I should call them sooner than later because if I didn’t they’d send someone to my house. Now I’m like WTF?!?!

I called & they said I needed to come in. I asked why & they really never said, just said I needed to come in ASAP.

I go to the clinic the next morning, hoping & praying I didn’t see someone I knew or was involved with. My friend went with me.

I got there & was immediately pissed-off thinking about who & what brought me there. There were about 7-8 other people in the waiting area, some just as p.o.’d as I was.

I check in at the counter & was issued a number.  They don't call names for privacy reasons.

The 1st time my number was called, it was called with a young man who was there & we were sent to the same room.  This was because we checked the box to get an HIV test.  The nurse drew blood and we waited.

Once my # was called again, I was placed into a room similar to one at the OB/GYN office. The nurse came in & asked more questions. She told me to undress from the waist down. What she asked next puzzled the hell outta me. She said, “Let me see the palms of your hands.” I’m thinking, “Lady, what the hell does possibly having VD have to do with my hands?!” I did as she asked. Then she told me to take off my socks. Again, what the hell do my feet have to do with a VD test?! I complied. She did a Pap, wrote her notes, said someone would be in shortly & left.

I waited in that cold, tiny ass room for over an hour. When the counselor, doctor or who ever in the sam hell she was came in, I immediately asked, “Why am I here?!” She told me that a man came into the clinic, tested positive for Syphilis & gave my name as one of his sexual partners. I was nauseous. I then asked why didn’t they just call me & she said they didn't call because "he" marked unknown on the phone # field on the form.

Now I’m really pissed because the men I were involved with knew my #. I asked who in the hell is this diseased, mystery man, but she couldn’t tell me, due to medical privacy, blasé, blasé….. Yeah whatever.

She proceeded to tell me that I had not been exposed & they would only give me a precautionary penicillin injection. A shot?!?! Give me a pill! She wouldn’t. Said the pills were reserved for those needing a course of treatment.

When it was all said and done, I wasn’t exposed & I honestly believe the man who gave my name had never even held my hand, let alone hit the skins (jealous muthafucka!).

I say this because I had recently “exchanged words” with some bad elements in my neighborhood & I truly believe one of those worthless bastards gave my name & address because that’s all they knew. Being I lived in the same complex for over 20 years, everyone in the neighborhood knew that.

It’s a good thing I never knew who did it, because I can’t say what the hell I would’ve done. Talk about a Mad, Black Woman......