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.