The doctor arrived around 11.00am that morning. I had waited for more than four hours before he arrived and walked past us into his office. Surprisingly, he was a male. I had expected the department to be an all-women- department but it wasn’t and I felt a little uncomfortable. Mirabel didn’t come with me to the hospital cos I didn’t want her to know the outcome of my diagnosis even though that wasn’t what I told her. I had told her that she shouldn’t stress herself that I would be fine and she agreed. I sat patiently and waited for my turn to come. One after the other, the female patients – pregnant and non-pregnant – filed in to see the doctor. It soon got to my turn and I went in to see the doctor as well. The consulting room was well arranged and air- conditioned. The doctor sat in such a way that he saw the patients walk in. “Goodmorning doc,” I greeted.
“Goodmorning,” he replied with a captivating smile. “Please sit down.” The way the doctor welcomed me calmed my fears and subconsciously endeared me to him. “So what made you come to see us?” The doctor asked after I was comfortably seated. “I’m having this severe itch in my private part,” I began and narrated all my symptoms to him as he carefully put them down in my folder. After that he asked me so many other questions in regard to the symptom.
Then the part of the physical examination came. “I would like to see what’s going on down there,” the doctor said motioning me to pull off my clothes from waist down and mount the examination couch. I felt shy and reluctantly did as the doctor directed. The examination didn’t last more than five minutes and I came down and wore back my clothes. “You have gonorrhoea and genital warts,” he announced as soon as I sat down after wearing my clothes. “I will write some drugs for you which you are to buy from the pharmacy outside.” “No problem doctor,” I replied.
The doctor wrote the drugs on a prescription paper and handed it to me. “Thank you doctor,” I greeted and left. I bought the drugs on my way out and headed back to my lodge. “What did the doctor say?” Mirabel asked when she came to check on me later in the evening. “He said that I have infection,” I replied. “What type of infection?” She asked narrowing her gaze. “Toilet infection.” “Ok no problem,” she said. “Did he give you any drug?” “Yes he did o, they are in those polythene over there.” “Ok nice,” she commented. “Make sure you take them at the right time.”
“I will,” I promised. “Thanks for your care and concern.” “You’re welcome.” With that she went back to her room. I took the doctor’s drugs consistently as the doctor prescribed but there was no improvement. Instead the symptoms increased and the itch grew worse. I also developed foul smelling sores around my genitals as I scratched to no avail. So I decided to see the doctor again…