.. and when I went to a doctor at a San Francisco hospital, he only asks me my age, and if I'm sexually active. I'm like, 25, and yes. His response was "it's likely an STD". I'm like "wat?".
The last person I had slept with was like 1.5 years before that doctor visit, I had been dating her online for like a year before she flew out from Toronto to SF. Right when we got involved, I got a an STD test done, then got a card in the mail detailing every one they tested me for, and all were negative, with the GP office assistant girl writing in a smiley face on the paper next to "negative".
So I sat there, paranoid as frack, wondering what the hell I could have. There were no symptoms of any STD's, I wasn't even told which STD this a-hole thought I had. I had to wait an excruciating 4 weeks to see a urologist, but in the meantime, because I'm not a liar, I told my wife (my then girlfriend) the doctor told me I have an STD but wouldn't say. That of course put a strain on things, but thankfully she was patient.
I went and saw the urologist, he saw all my charts, saw the blood and urine tests they did, the ultrasound on the area, examined me, and as I further explained what the doctor told me, he started laughing at me. I'm like, what the frack is so funny? He's like, you don't have any STD.. it's just an infection men sometimes get. He even attributed it possibly to a rather intrusive biopsy I had recently had when I was diagnosed with psoriasis, or the extremely potent penicillin-like medication I had taken because I had just gotten over a severe case of inner ear infection, along with vertigo, the medication which did a number on my digestive tract (since I was also told I had hypersensitivity to medication).
So, one dumb doctor wound up making me think I had an STD, put me through a ton of stress, as if I didn't have enough of it with the inner ear infection along with the vertigo (the vertigo which had lasting effects for like a year or two, where I'd almost feel sick going up and down an elevator, and just about threw up attempting a thrill ride at Six Flags, which I had never done before), and could have killed my relationship. Although, I think that if I had a reactionary partner who'd freak out over that, I'd have likely been better off without her.
Been tested for HPV since this, but man oh man, there is just nothing that could ever make a woman believe a story like that.