Off main point I am afraid, but relevant to worst experiences.
In my 20s I met a woman at a pop festival, who, over the following two weeks, managed to infect me with just about every STD going, except syphilis.
Over the following months I became one of the Middlesex Hospital's "Clap Clinic"'s best customers.
At some point, one of them, obviously bored with my genitals decided to take up painful residence around my anus.
The male doctor examining me had me kneeling up on the bed, legs wide. Whilst thus positioned, I heard the door open behind me and the doctor say, "Hey, come and have a look at this." The observer's feet approached, there was much mutual sucking of teeth, and then they retreated to the door, which closed behind them.
I never saw them, they didn't speak and I have no idea of their gender!
I don't think that would happen nowadays when we can't even be told that we will "feel a little prick" when being injected. No, now it is a little scratch. I always tell them that I don't want to be scratched with that needle, I just want to feel a little prick. (Non native English speakers need to understand that prick, as well as what a needle does, also means penis and, in context, idiot.
Geoffrey Stirling. |