Hey there guys,
I have two film reviews that are underway but in the meantime I thought it might be fun to relay my experience at the Uni GP the other day.
It was quite a unique experience to say the very least.
So I apologise in advance if anything I am about to post is TMI but this is the trigger warning right here.
Still with me? Okay then, moving on…
For about two weeks I had been suffering with a UTI- if you don’t know what that means and need some clarification it basically felt like I was pissing fire everytime I went to the bathroom.
This is why I have the trigger warning.
I put it off and did every trick in the book- drank tonnes of water, bought health salts, avoided citrus, drank water and baking powder yada yada yada.
But nadda. Nothing. Nope.
So I caved and called the GP on campus and explained the situation, cringing the entire time.
And weirdly, they offered me an emergency appointment for that very day.
I am still pretty sure that emergency appointments should really be for more important things than urine infections, but then again the sooner I got the problem sorted the better really.
The latest appointment for that day though was halfway through my 2 hour lecture. So I went for half of it and got up and walked out half way through. Now this wouldn’t be a problem had it not been for the fact that the lecture had taken a long time to start due to technical problems.
So when I got up and walked out, everyone looked at me with shock, thinking I had enough. I even heard one person go “Oh shit!” and was later called “savage” by a girl in my seminar.
And to make things worse there are about 300+ people in my lectures.
Moving onto more awkward things… When I entered the GP’s office I was pretty much expecting to relay the problem, do a urine sample and get some antibiotics.
Which happened, but so did a lot of other things. Such as my GP getting all up in my sex life and even offering alternative positions etc.
“Now is your boyfriend always the one on top?” Hmmmmm… this is something I doubt I would tell my closest friends let alone a middle aged woman I had known for t-minus five minutes.
And then after asking about periods etc. She clapped her hands together and suggested I do a pregnancy test?!
Aaaaaagh! Can you imagine the panic? But I did the urine sample (I was so nervous walking to the bathrooms that I almost entered the mens, and then had to walk back holding the vial of wee) and then got my urine results.
As in she told me yes I did have a urine infection… And then she paused for a while. Now I was sitting on the edge of my seat because although I knew that THERE WAS A VERY VERY MINUTE POSSIBILITY I was still crapping myself waiting.
“Oh I forgot to say, you’re all clear- not pregnant.”
I almost collapsed onto the floor with relief. Even so, the way the nurse said it was kind of like lol I forgot to tell you everything’s fine.
Then I got given a whole lot of leaflets about birth control and was lectured again on how UTI’s were very common for girls in long distance relationships. And I kid you not her reasoning was that it’s because “You don’t see each other for ages and then when you do it’s just sex sex sex!” And then she banned me from doing the do for a while.
I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
But yes, that was my awkward student story time for this week. It was quite funny looking back and props to the lovely nurse for getting straight to the point. She was a lad.
Also, in case you were wondering (you probably weren’t and are more regretting ever reading this post) I no longer have a UTI. Which I feel isn’t just a load off of my shoulders but also my friends.
Holly and Jack are testament to this as when we were in the library the other day they watched me get up and go to the toilet at least 5 times in an hour. To make things worse, the meds had a side effect of colouring the urine, so I would report back to them on the changing colours.
Nobody needed to know any of this.
I am sorry for anyone who made it to the end.
But ohhhh well! Talk more tomorrow!