Results came back. Negative. I pretty much expected that, but until the test was done there was always that nagging uncertainty. Nice to be sure I don’t have an STD (at least in the normal sense).
I asked if I could get an antibiotic prescription anyway since it seemed like I was being affected by something. Fuckers won’t prescribe shit without a diagnosis. They think I might have prostatitis. I could probably get a prescription for that, but first I’d have to get a prostate exam, and there’s no way I want a dude sticking his finger up my asshole again. Once was enough.
Four years ago I had that exam. Prescribed standard antibiotics. Azithromycin or some shit. Still had difficulty going, still felt like I had to go frequently, and still had burning. Then he prescribed ciprofloxacin. Made me feel horrible, so I looked it up. Turns out this fucker prescribed an antibiotic that should NEVER be used unless the danger of dying is greater than the danger from possible side effects. Dumped the remaining supply in the toilet.
I remember I got the prostatitis under control with supplements. Can’t remember which ones I took though, so that sucks. Also, in the back of my mind, I can’t help wondering if antibiotics played a role in helping me to overcome it the first time.
The ultimate question remains; why do I seem to have prostatitis again? What did I get from my partner that seems to have set it off? Thankfully this time it doesn’t seem to be that bad. Hoping it doesn’t get any worse.