It’s been a while since I ‘spent some time with my man’ if you know what I mean and we’ve all been looking forward to it. And then I start feeling a slight discomfort in my beautiful vagina and I think oh oh oh – is that an infection coming up?!!!
So I rush to the pharmacy and try to tell the usually male pharmacist to get me something that works fast! Then he launches into why it’s better to take the three day treatment to make sure the infection clears completely and so on and I’m thinking man, can I have a two hour treatment if it’s possible? I’ve got a sexy man coming over already!
Well so I’ve got to make that phone call (sob sob) to tell my man, “baby, it’s gonna be just dinner tonight – I think we need to catch up and re-connect emotionally before we get down and jiggy..”
Maybe towards dessert, I’ll tell him the real issue. Except that sometimes, I feel I’ve done something wrong by getting the infection, almost as though he’ll be thinking “mmmmm and what did you do to get it?” And trust me, I’ve been asked that before. By someone who definitely should have known better than to ask a little girl that. So I’ve grown up feeling like I’ve been very bad whenever I get an infection. And some of those male pharmacists don’t help – they look at you funny! Or is that my imagination?
Does anyone else have an ‘infection story’?