Phone call to receptionist;
April: "Hi, I would like to book an appointment with Doctor S."
Receptionist: "She hasn't worked here for two years."
April: (nervous laugh) "Well, that says a lot about my health."
Receptionist: "There is another female doctor."
April: "Great. When is her next availability?"
Then I was there talking to my new doctor about the pill (my period is annoying me again, damn it), pap smears (not thinking about that until the reminder comes) and a general STI check. Hence the peeing into a jar. I have no symptoms or anything along those lines, I just know that Rodger had never been tested and was sexually active with other girls before I, so I am being cautious.
The little pot of gold (don't ask) has been delivered to the hospital's pathology and I am awaiting results. Not worried, just happy to be taking action now before I continue on with my dating life... did I just sound like an adult just then? Scary.