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

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service which is a major plus. Some of the other places required an appointment and just
wanted to get cured as fast as possible.

I went to the clinic sometime in the morning. I went to the main entrance of the
hospital because I didn't know exactly where the clinic was. I walked in and looked
around. I looked for a receptionist or something, but they didn't have one. They had a
standard sign board with all the clinics and sections of the hospital on it and what floors
they were on. Naturally, I picked the wrong one and ended up on the 2nd floor, looking
around. I notice the calm, underlying feeling when I first walked in, but it was no big
deal. On the second floor, the calm underlying feeling was a little more intense. I figured
the reason for this was because there wasn't as many people on the second floor as there
were on the first floor, with as many people, coming and going to get in and out of the
building. Again, no big deal, sort of, but it did kind of strike me as a little odd. No matter,
I was here for an emergency and I had to see a doctor anyway. I walked up and down the
hall looking for the clinic I needed to go to. I passed a few people and nobody said
anything. Then on the way back a girl asked me if I was looking for something, and,or if
she could help me find something. With a little embarrassment I asked her if she could
tell me where the STD clinic was. She knew right where it was and pleasantly told me to
go back down the hallway, take the elevator to the 1rst floor, and it would be right there
by the elevators. I did this and ? guess what, it wasn't there. It was no big deal, I could see
that she was being honest when she said it, she just got her directions mixed up or
something. So I am back on the first floor, down the hallway. I walk back toward the
entrance to find someone else to ask. I walked back down the hallway toward the main
entrance and a guy kind of walked out of an office and looked around the corner. Then he
looked at me and I asked him where the STD clinic was. He told me to go down the steps
that were right there, he pointed at them, and then walk down the hallway in the same
direction I had just come from, and it would be at the end of the hallway. I walked down
the steps. I thought it was going to be just one flight of steps, but there were two flights of
steps. I thought to myself, either they have a hidden floor or the entrance to the other
floor was somewhere else, because there was no door to it on the flight of steps that I
went down. It was definitely kind of weird, but I was only there to get my penus fixed
and I didn't really care about the steps or the hidden floor at the time. I got down the steps
and walked down the hallway and the clinic was right there at the end of it, right where
he said it would be. It was only one floor away from where the girl on the second floor
told me it would be.

I go through the clinic door. The atmosphere is kind of calm and professional. I
was feeling a little relieved about that because I was worried that it might be a little
corrupt "the family way". I walked over toward the reception windows. One of the
windows had a sign on it that says, walk-ins. There is no line, so I tell the female
receptionist there that I am here for an STD problem and she gives me a clipboard with
some paperwork to fill out and a number. She didn't ask me if I had medical insurance or
not. I was kind of expecting her too, simply because of some of the press I have seen on
television about stuff like that, but she didn't ask, so I didn't say anything. This was done
professionally and with ease. I was happy about that too. An STD can be a little
embarrassing. I went into the waiting room and filled out the paperwork. On the
paperwork it had a part on it about medical insurance. It has several boxes and I wasn't
sure which one I had, so I just checked one of them. Like I said, I haven't been to a doctor

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