This morning I got my results back from the HIV test. I don’t have it. No word on the Pap smear. The man who gave me the results was a somewhat pimpled middle aged and short guy with a high voice.
“How about your sexual activities?” he asked at the end. “Are you safe? Use condoms?”
“Yes” I said. He ran his finger down the top of my chart, over my name.
“Correct date of birth” he said.
“Yes.”
He said, “Looks like it’s negative. On the Pap, it says pending. No news good news.” He said that twice, once then, and then again when I was leaving. Told me to check the website again early next week.
The first room he’d shuttled me into had a man in a white jacket in it behind the door, sitting in a chair. All he did was stare up into my face when I came around the door. Then the nurse guided me out. “Oops there’s a patient in there!” he said. “Sorry! Go into that room.”
