Ya know

when you ring the Doctor’s surgery to find out if the albino period makes you a medical marvel or just one nasty personification of ‘yeast infection’?

And the receptionist asks you what type of test it was – “blood, xray. . . “

You realise just how hard it is to say “vaginal swab” quietly.
In an open plan office.
With a colleague, who also happens to be a close
male friend sitting about a metre away.

Go on, you try.

Hard isn’t it.