Please Help Me"I Have Chlamydia" By Frederick Charles Morton           First Public Edition

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Waiting until Monday seemed like kind of a stretch, but I didn't have much
choice. Meanwhile, I looked stuff up on the internet over the weekend.

Monday, November 17, 2008 I went to the STD (Sexual Transmitted Disease)
Clinic at the Harborview medical clinic, 325 9th Ave., Seattle, WA 98104 (Ground Floor
East Clinic Wing). They have walk in service. I went to the check in window and told the
person there about my problem and they gave me some paperwork to fill out and a
number. I filled out the paperwork and took it back, then I waited for my number to be
called. All in all, it was fairly professional and I was comfortable with the service.

There were several people before me, and then my number was called. I received
a male doctor. I believe his first name was Mike. I didn't find this out until the third visit,
but we will get to that. We went back into the exam room and I told him everything I
could about my problem. I wanted to be as thorough as possible, because I thought if I
told him everything, he would already know what it was because of his experience as a
doctor and the amount of patients he must have had over the years. After all, this was a
specialty clinic for STDs only.

He took the information, and wrote some stuff down. Then we proceeded to the
exam part. He took what looks like a cotton swab and put it up my urethra about 3 to 4
centimeters. Then he pulled it out and swabbed it onto a glass slide to look at under a
microscope later. Then he gave me a plastic container to urinate into, to obviously check
that too. While I was in the bathroom filling the plastic cup, he was checking the slide in
another room. After I was done with the cup, I just put it into a little door in the bathroom
like I was told to. It did have my name on it. Then I went back to the exam room and
waited for the results.

Upon entering the room, the first words out of the doctors mouth were, there is
nothing on the slide, but your urine did contain some pus in it. Then he explained that he
was diagnosing it as nongonococcal urethritis. He explained a little more about things,
then he gave me 4x250mg pills of Azithromycin. I asked him if this was all I needed and
he said yes. We talk just a little more. He asked me if I had medical insurance. I said yes.
He acted a little surprised, in a professional way, but it didn't seem like that big a deal at
the time, though I did check a little box on the paperwork that said I had insurance, so I
thought he should have already known that. The whole time I was there, all of the
employees and doctors were all in a calm, professional mode and demeanor and there
seemed to be no real concern about money and,or medical insurance. Just before leaving
the doctor asked me if I had ate yet. I said no, and he said you really should eat
something before you take the pills he gave me. He kind of expressed it like, the pills
would cause me stomach distress or make me feel a little sick. I took it like, he is the
doctor and he knows a little more about this stuff then I do, so I'll wait until I eat
something and then take them.

After leaving the clinic I went straight to the fast food restaurant to get something
to eat so that I could take these pills as soon as possible. I really wanted my penis
problem to be cured as soon as possible. I had a burger and fries, and as soon as I finished
eating them, I took the pills right there in the restaurant. I was very glad to be taking these
pills, thinking I would be cured.

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