“Hi Corin. I’m the triage nurse here. My name is Marianne.”

“Cool. How are you?”

“Well, thank you. So what brings you here?”

“Well, just a check-up mainly. I’ve been having more sexual partners lately so I thought it’d be good to get tested.”

“So you don’t have any symptoms to mention?”

“Oh, well, there is a couple of sores on the penis.” “The penis”… not “my penis”. It’s medical speak.

“Sores?”

“Yeah just little red spots. I don’t think it’s anything serious though. My doctor told me I had thrush about eight months ago. I figured it was something to do with that, a little recurrence.”

“Hm I see. That’s fine. Go back out to the waiting room, and I’ll get the doctor to call on you. Don’t pass urine in the meantime – they may need to collect a sample.”

I was glad she wasn’t the one to inspect my penis. She was about 60 and thoroughly greyed.

As I sat in the waiting room, I checked out the girls that came in and went out. There was a kind-of cute one that left. She must have been about 28… tattooed bands around her upper arm. Kind of sexy trashy look. As she left, a Korean girl got up and she said “Oh hey girl!” and they hugged. What kind of person runs into her friends at a sexual health clinic… they were probably workers.

“Katrina… born on March 25^th?” The doctor called out. They don’t call out your last name. Katrina had some big-arse titties, and a cute face. I thought if this was anywhere else, I’d love to talk to her.

Lou rang me up while I was waiting. “Hey Corin! What are you doing? I’m in the city!”

“Oh awesome – I’ll see you when I’m done here. I’m just in Carlton.”

“Great! We’ll catch up. What are you doing?”

“I’m uh… heh. I’m at a sexual health clinic.” I thought it was funny, telling my ex-girlfriend that I was getting tested. No one else seemed to be amused though.