Accused of a “Dirty Disease” While Sick

Summary

A nasty flu had me feeling like death warmed over, so I had to beg my gay best friend, Ben, to drive me to the clinic for a shot.

I was expecting a simple IV drip, but the intern on duty insisted that if I wanted to get better fast, it had to be an intramuscular injection in the glute.

To avoid missing any more work, I gritted my teeth and agreed.

But after I lowered my pants, the intern suddenly rushed out of the room in a panic and dragged Ben inside.

“Oh my God, sir! Your girlfriend has a syphilitic rash all over her backside! How can you be with someone who has a disease that… filthy?”