Throwbacks: 3 to 5 Business Days

This is not my first attempt at blogging. As such, previous blog entries will be seamlessly integrated within this blog through the feature: Throwbacks. This blog post was written during winter break of my junior year, at a time when I thought I could have an STD. 

A lot can happen in three to five business days. Packages can travel halfway around the world, foot-high snow piles can evaporate back into the parking spot from whence it came, me and my brother could hit level fifty in Call of Duty. Anyways, my point is that three to five business days is a pretty long period of time, especially when the countdown starts on New Year's Eve, and New Year's Eve falls on a Thursday. While at this point actually testing positive for the chlamydia virus is much more of a symbolic q tip up the dick hole than physical, and while understanding that I did not spread the virus to anyone, there is still a feeling of anxiety pushing forward with regards to the wait for the test results. Now, why would I be anxious? Is it because of the stigma that comes with actually contracting the clap? Is it the fact that I can't have sex for a month, which isn't nearly as far of a stretch from the standard as it sounds? Is it the fact I would tell my parents, and have to deal with awkward lectures that would put the typical anti-alcohol lecture to shame? There really isn't a good enough reason for me to be this anxious about the results of the test; normally I'm the type of person who can block anything out if I try to.

What comes to mind as a conclusion for this anxiousness is the lack of a precedent set before me. None of my friends in either the 201 or the 215 have ever had a scare of this magnitude- a scare that's more than a hunch. Can't ask the family either- I'd probably end up on the front page of the Bayonne Times if I started asking family members under the headline "Once-Promising Teenager Contracts Chlamydia from Cum-Dumpster at Pennsylvania College." The only sources of true knowledge I have are the Internet and Mr. Waktola at Planned Parenthood. I guess the deeper lesson that I've learned from this besides the obvious "make sure you wear a bathing suit with mesh if you're swimming in nuclear acid" is that I, by being incredibly forward with my issue, might be able to help a friend or family member who is unsure about testing. So, in conclusion, if you're scared about something that could be sexually transmitted, come talk to me.