He brings it on himself...
My fiance's flatmate has a horrible habit of getting me to overshare - For example, by coming into the room after listening to us "bumping uglies" and asking us all the details (as well as comparing to his own recent experiences)

Anyway, what made me think of dumping this all on you is that about a month ago, I came over to their place in excruciating pain - He suspected appendicitis (though it turns out the pain was on the wrong side for that) so off we rushed to the hospital, at 11pm.

3 hours later, I was finally seen, and both boys came in with me. I told the nurse/doctor/whatever what was wrong, and in turn, it asked me if I'd had any pain in my nether regions. As is my habit, I told the truth and said yes, I'd been having pain during every urination for a month. This is when flatmate first decides he doesn't like the conversation - I hear him make a slight gagging noise.

But does he leave? No, he waits as another three hours go by in the waiting room and finally I'm brought in for a blood test. Doctor asks if I mind him asking some personal questions, and I tell flatmate I'd rather he leave. He decides to ignore me and stay. Fine, I think. So he cops an earful of my recent sexcapades (which he knew anyway), details of my last period, my last bowel movement, everything.

By the end of the questioning, he was looking quite green. The doctor then takes another hour to study my blood while we wait, and finally comes and announces to the WHOLE WAITING ROOM in his booming voice that I have a urinary tract infection. Thanks very much, doc.

Oh, I'm sorry, was that too much information for you guys?
(EasilyRecognisable I’m back baby, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 17:09, Reply)