I had unprotected sex last year for like the first time in forever. I was the top, and the guy seemed pretty straight up about being clean, but was clear he wasnt on prep. Being the anxious wreck I am I decided to go to emergency and get on PEP just to be safe. It was a bad drunk decision on my part, so I might as well do my due diligence.

What a fucking fiasco that was. I thought it would be straight forward. Get blood work done, get on the medication and move on with my life.

Well, this hospital I went to was rural as hell, and I don't think any of the nurses had any clue what to do with my situation. I was straight up with the doctor, and being completely honest, and he had to google stuff and make calls since I'm guessing this was the first time he had dealt with a situation like this. He admitted he was not sure what to do. Fine, I know that doctors don't know everything and need to do research on this sort of thing if they legitimately don't know.

That wasn't the problem. This hospital was small and served a community of maybe 3000 and the surrounding rural areas. What this means is that the emergency area wasn't very big, with lots of open space where patients were separated by curtains, and sound carried far, likely even into the waiting room, but I can't be too sure about that.

So, what does this doc do? He makes a phone call at the nurses desk in the middle of this space to discuss my situation. He used my full name, and every single freaking detail I gave him about my situation. That I was the top, that I had drunk sex with a dude I met on grindr while on vacation. Fucking everything into this crowded rural emergency room with nothing to separate the patients but curtains. Fucking mortifying. Did my blood work, got my meds, and left.

I'm completely out, so it's not like I was worried about being outted, but I know how rumours work in these hick ass towns. Luckily I just live there and keep to myself. I work in the nearby city, which is where all my social contacts. Haven't heard any rumours, but I have a distinct name so it did stress me out.

I got a call back from the nurse from whatever organization he was calling on the phone and I laid into her about that, and that was huge breach of my privacy. Apparently it wasn't according to her. Something about the space they were using, and how it was set up. She was apologetic, but fucking whatever.

My follow up tests came back negative, and I got on prep not long after. Still irritates the hell out of me.