take it by mouth twice a day. And here’s a prescription for some ointment.
It will help with the burning and itching you may have. Now, on a lighter side, you also have trichomoniasis.”
“Trick-a-what?” she said, looking at the doctor as if she couldn’t take any more diagnoses.
“It’s vaginal bacteria, also transmitted sexually. You really need to be careful with trichomoniasis because once we treat
you, if you have sex with an infected person who has not been treated you will catch the bacteria again. It’s really important
that we get your partner treated.”
Reggie has trichomoniasis; I can’t tell him that. I gave it to him. He’ll kill me if I tell him, and probably hate me, but
definitely never want to be with me again.
The doctor watched as she sat silent and still. Dr. Vistane wasn’t sure if she was even hearing him.
“Even if you’re not going to have sex with him again, he needs to know that he has had exposure to the bacteria and possibly
the herpes virus.”
“I can’t believe this,” said Daisy, as the doctor continued to explain the diagnosis. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive. So, if you can make a list for me, I will contact all the people that you have been in contact with.”
A list. I’d be here all night and day. No, we ain’t doing no lists, that’s on them. They’ll figure it out, just like I did,
sitting in the clinic.
“Um, no, I don’t know how to contact the guy,” Daisy lied.
“It was only one guy that you’ve been sexually active with in the last thirty to forty-five days?”
“Yes, just one guy,” said Daisy, lying through her teeth, as she wiped her tears from her eyes.
“Okay, wait…” said Dr. Vistane as he saw Daisy getting up from the table. “I’m not done yet.”
“There’s more?” asked Daisy.
“Yeah, there’s more,” said Dr. Vistane, shaking his head yes and looking as if he hated to be the bearer of all this bad news.
“You are pregnant.”
“Pregnant?”
“Yup, by the looks of it, six weeks,” said Dr. Vistane.
“Pregnant?”
“I take it this is an unwanted pregnancy?” asked Dr. Vistane.
“Yes, I can’t believe it… I just can’t believe it. I’m on the pill, though,” she said, knowing that there had to be some kind
of medical mistake.
“I understand, but the pill is only 99 percent effective. There are those, like you, who unfortunately are that pregnant one
percent. Would you like to come in and speak to one of the nurses about pregnancy counseling or other possible alternatives?”
Daisy couldn’t believe it. Not another abortion. She herself didn’t know if she could take another one; the sound of the machine
alone terrified her.
There has to be another way.
“Daisy, would you like counseling?”
“Yes, I want an abortion. I don’t want this baby. I want an abortion.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, just please, Dr. Vistane, please make the appointment for me.”
“Okay, no problem. I’ll take care of everything. Come on, stop crying. Everything is going to be okay now. You’ll be just
fine, Daisy, just fine. I’ll take good care of you.”
Detective Honing and Detective Walters sat in the Honey Dipper looking every bit like needles in a haystack.
“Can I get another?” asked Honing, realizing a new waitress was serving him.
“Whatchoo drinking?”
“Um, Coke,” said Honing, unable to take his eyes off her perfect double Ds.
“Wow,” said Walters as he looked the waitress up and down. “This is fucking torture, man. I love it though. I swear my wife
is really in for it when I get home tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, well one of these broads is in for it right here, right now, when I get off work,” said Honing, wishing he could
tear the waitress’s back out.
“Hey, there he is,” the waitress said, as the detectives looked over their backs to the front doorway. “Hey, Calvin, these
gentlemen are here to see you,” she said as she
It will help with the burning and itching you may have. Now, on a lighter side, you also have trichomoniasis.”
“Trick-a-what?” she said, looking at the doctor as if she couldn’t take any more diagnoses.
“It’s vaginal bacteria, also transmitted sexually. You really need to be careful with trichomoniasis because once we treat
you, if you have sex with an infected person who has not been treated you will catch the bacteria again. It’s really important
that we get your partner treated.”
Reggie has trichomoniasis; I can’t tell him that. I gave it to him. He’ll kill me if I tell him, and probably hate me, but
definitely never want to be with me again.
The doctor watched as she sat silent and still. Dr. Vistane wasn’t sure if she was even hearing him.
“Even if you’re not going to have sex with him again, he needs to know that he has had exposure to the bacteria and possibly
the herpes virus.”
“I can’t believe this,” said Daisy, as the doctor continued to explain the diagnosis. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive. So, if you can make a list for me, I will contact all the people that you have been in contact with.”
A list. I’d be here all night and day. No, we ain’t doing no lists, that’s on them. They’ll figure it out, just like I did,
sitting in the clinic.
“Um, no, I don’t know how to contact the guy,” Daisy lied.
“It was only one guy that you’ve been sexually active with in the last thirty to forty-five days?”
“Yes, just one guy,” said Daisy, lying through her teeth, as she wiped her tears from her eyes.
“Okay, wait…” said Dr. Vistane as he saw Daisy getting up from the table. “I’m not done yet.”
“There’s more?” asked Daisy.
“Yeah, there’s more,” said Dr. Vistane, shaking his head yes and looking as if he hated to be the bearer of all this bad news.
“You are pregnant.”
“Pregnant?”
“Yup, by the looks of it, six weeks,” said Dr. Vistane.
“Pregnant?”
“I take it this is an unwanted pregnancy?” asked Dr. Vistane.
“Yes, I can’t believe it… I just can’t believe it. I’m on the pill, though,” she said, knowing that there had to be some kind
of medical mistake.
“I understand, but the pill is only 99 percent effective. There are those, like you, who unfortunately are that pregnant one
percent. Would you like to come in and speak to one of the nurses about pregnancy counseling or other possible alternatives?”
Daisy couldn’t believe it. Not another abortion. She herself didn’t know if she could take another one; the sound of the machine
alone terrified her.
There has to be another way.
“Daisy, would you like counseling?”
“Yes, I want an abortion. I don’t want this baby. I want an abortion.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, just please, Dr. Vistane, please make the appointment for me.”
“Okay, no problem. I’ll take care of everything. Come on, stop crying. Everything is going to be okay now. You’ll be just
fine, Daisy, just fine. I’ll take good care of you.”
Detective Honing and Detective Walters sat in the Honey Dipper looking every bit like needles in a haystack.
“Can I get another?” asked Honing, realizing a new waitress was serving him.
“Whatchoo drinking?”
“Um, Coke,” said Honing, unable to take his eyes off her perfect double Ds.
“Wow,” said Walters as he looked the waitress up and down. “This is fucking torture, man. I love it though. I swear my wife
is really in for it when I get home tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, well one of these broads is in for it right here, right now, when I get off work,” said Honing, wishing he could
tear the waitress’s back out.
“Hey, there he is,” the waitress said, as the detectives looked over their backs to the front doorway. “Hey, Calvin, these
gentlemen are here to see you,” she said as she
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