companions that normally
flowed through Stormy's life and apartment was negatively affected
by Brian's presence.
Stormy got anxious when Melissa came in all
professional instead of her easy going, relaxed way. When the
clinician said "You have trichomonas," Stormy was in the
midst of a little panic attack and only caught part of what she had
said.
"No, I don't trick, what?" asked Stormy with
confusion.
""No, trichomonas is what you have. It's a
sexually transmitted infection. The little buggers have a flagella,
a tail, and they swim around causing that foamy discharge and the
itching." Melissa stopped short here. She had found that too much
information overloaded these girls and she gave time for it to sink
in before continuing.
"Can it be cured?" asked Stormy.
"Sure," replied Melissa, "But you have to have
all your partners checked and treated; otherwise you can just get
it right back again."
"Do I have to tell? I mean is this reportable? Will someone call up everyone I name?"
""No," the health care professional continued,
"Trich is not reportable in Florida, but it is what you should do,
I mean tell anyone you were in close contact with, because it can
be an asymptomatic infection. And you want the person that gave it
to you to know."
After some thought Stormy asked "Wouldn't a guy
know if he had it? I mean it's more obvious in guys, no?"
Melissa explained, "The infection is in the same
tube that carries urine. They don't have a big open space like we
do. Every time they urinate, the infection is washed out. Some guys
notice it, most don't, but they can still give it back to you.
Here's your prescription, it's a single big dose of Flagyl. It
might upset your stomach, though, so make sure you've had
something. Oh, and no alcohol for a couple of days. The drug is
chemically related to Anabuse, a drug they used to give alcoholics
to make them vomit if they drank. Alcohol with Flagyl will make you
sick for sure."
She had definitely overloaded the young lady
because Stormy's next question was "What about the yeast
infection?"
"What yeast infection?" inquired Melissa. "You
don't have a yeast infection, you have a trichomonas
infection."
"Oh!," responded Stormy, "Can it be cured?"
Melissa had had enough. She left and sent the
nurse in to try and explain it again and give the girl the
prescriptions. She asked her nurse to bring up birth control if she
could as well, she wasn't sure this one should procreate anytime
soon.
"Hello Mama?" Vincent was calling home.
"Yes Ma'am, I'm just fine. How are you and Daddy? Yes 'em, having a
grand ol' time down 'ere. Yes 'em I did actually meet
someone. Ah, yes Mam, it is a girl. A real nice one."
"What Mama? No Ma'am, I am not bringin home a
knocked up tramp and expectin' you to raise my illegitimate spawn,"
he laughed.
"No actually I have not 'picked the pit' as you
so delicately put that."
"What do you mean 'Why not, I just met the
girl!'"
"Yes Mama, I do like girls. Let me talk
to Daddy please?"
"Hello Daddy? Did Mama stop takin' her meds
again? Lordy be!"
~ ~ ~ ~
The End
~ ~ ~ ~
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Finally! Devon thought as she sat down on
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Moving was never easy, but she
flowed through Stormy's life and apartment was negatively affected
by Brian's presence.
Stormy got anxious when Melissa came in all
professional instead of her easy going, relaxed way. When the
clinician said "You have trichomonas," Stormy was in the
midst of a little panic attack and only caught part of what she had
said.
"No, I don't trick, what?" asked Stormy with
confusion.
""No, trichomonas is what you have. It's a
sexually transmitted infection. The little buggers have a flagella,
a tail, and they swim around causing that foamy discharge and the
itching." Melissa stopped short here. She had found that too much
information overloaded these girls and she gave time for it to sink
in before continuing.
"Can it be cured?" asked Stormy.
"Sure," replied Melissa, "But you have to have
all your partners checked and treated; otherwise you can just get
it right back again."
"Do I have to tell? I mean is this reportable? Will someone call up everyone I name?"
""No," the health care professional continued,
"Trich is not reportable in Florida, but it is what you should do,
I mean tell anyone you were in close contact with, because it can
be an asymptomatic infection. And you want the person that gave it
to you to know."
After some thought Stormy asked "Wouldn't a guy
know if he had it? I mean it's more obvious in guys, no?"
Melissa explained, "The infection is in the same
tube that carries urine. They don't have a big open space like we
do. Every time they urinate, the infection is washed out. Some guys
notice it, most don't, but they can still give it back to you.
Here's your prescription, it's a single big dose of Flagyl. It
might upset your stomach, though, so make sure you've had
something. Oh, and no alcohol for a couple of days. The drug is
chemically related to Anabuse, a drug they used to give alcoholics
to make them vomit if they drank. Alcohol with Flagyl will make you
sick for sure."
She had definitely overloaded the young lady
because Stormy's next question was "What about the yeast
infection?"
"What yeast infection?" inquired Melissa. "You
don't have a yeast infection, you have a trichomonas
infection."
"Oh!," responded Stormy, "Can it be cured?"
Melissa had had enough. She left and sent the
nurse in to try and explain it again and give the girl the
prescriptions. She asked her nurse to bring up birth control if she
could as well, she wasn't sure this one should procreate anytime
soon.
"Hello Mama?" Vincent was calling home.
"Yes Ma'am, I'm just fine. How are you and Daddy? Yes 'em, having a
grand ol' time down 'ere. Yes 'em I did actually meet
someone. Ah, yes Mam, it is a girl. A real nice one."
"What Mama? No Ma'am, I am not bringin home a
knocked up tramp and expectin' you to raise my illegitimate spawn,"
he laughed.
"No actually I have not 'picked the pit' as you
so delicately put that."
"What do you mean 'Why not, I just met the
girl!'"
"Yes Mama, I do like girls. Let me talk
to Daddy please?"
"Hello Daddy? Did Mama stop takin' her meds
again? Lordy be!"
~ ~ ~ ~
The End
~ ~ ~ ~
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When Abby's best friend goes missing for more
than 24 hours, she fears the worst. Upon calling the police, a
detective comes to meet her. Opening the door she sees an old
friend, Ethan, who has come to help her solve the case. Together,
the flames are rekindled as they search for her missing friend and
what fate has befallen her.
Wrong Number
Devon wakes up to the news that her husband was
involved in an accident that left his wrecked car at the bottom of
the river, with no body to be found. Followed by a series of
mysterious phone calls asking for Dan that send chills down Devon's
spine, she knows something just isn't right. But the worst is yet
to come...
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