inSPOT ·> Tell Them
Feb. 16th, 2005 11:05 aminSPOT ·> Tell Them:
Now that Valentine's day is gone for another year, I thought it appropriate to share this rather interesting website with my readers. I'd like to know what you think of it.
When I was married to my first husband, and while I was about 5 months along in my pregnancy, I went to take care of my mother and grandmother. During that time I went into premature labor. A blood test showed that I had contracted gonorrhea.
I was devastated. I *KNEW* that I had not had any sex partners other than my husband. I had been tested for STDs for my marriage certificate. I assumed that my husband had given it to me. He denied it.
I reported my sex partners to the hospital, and chuck was contacted. He went for a test at the Navy hospital where I was stationed. Our family practitioner eventually told me that chuck had come up negative.
My mother told me (she was a lab technician) that staphylococcus was often misidentified as gonorrhea, and that I probably didn't have it. In any case, the shot of antibiotics would cure it, whether staph or the clap.
To this day I don't know if I had an STD or not. I suspect I did, and that my first husband had already had it treated by the time it was found in me. Frankly, it was enough to scare the be-jeebers out of me, and to this day I insist on safer sex.
Now that Valentine's day is gone for another year, I thought it appropriate to share this rather interesting website with my readers. I'd like to know what you think of it.
When I was married to my first husband, and while I was about 5 months along in my pregnancy, I went to take care of my mother and grandmother. During that time I went into premature labor. A blood test showed that I had contracted gonorrhea.
I was devastated. I *KNEW* that I had not had any sex partners other than my husband. I had been tested for STDs for my marriage certificate. I assumed that my husband had given it to me. He denied it.
I reported my sex partners to the hospital, and chuck was contacted. He went for a test at the Navy hospital where I was stationed. Our family practitioner eventually told me that chuck had come up negative.
My mother told me (she was a lab technician) that staphylococcus was often misidentified as gonorrhea, and that I probably didn't have it. In any case, the shot of antibiotics would cure it, whether staph or the clap.
To this day I don't know if I had an STD or not. I suspect I did, and that my first husband had already had it treated by the time it was found in me. Frankly, it was enough to scare the be-jeebers out of me, and to this day I insist on safer sex.