Reply #5: OK. I'll bite. It was the night of the big music festival on campus.

[eyesroll]

I was peeing blood. This was unrelated to the music festival.
This had never happened before. I called the ER and they told me to get down there ASAP, since it had never happened before, it was quite vile and painful, and it was Friday night and it couldn't wait until Monday.

Now, I didn't have a car. My BF didn't have a car. Those with cars were in no position to use them.

Campus security was the designated non-ambulance urgent hospital transport. I was forced to call them to have them take me to the hospital. They, of course, assumed they were transporting me for alcohol poisoning (I was not drinking at all that night -- too busy peeing blood). My BF (now husband) came with me.

Then, when I got to the intake area of the ER, they asked all sorts of nosy questions (at least my BF knew about the date of my last menstrual period, and whether I was sexually active or not, and he didn't really care when my last bowel movement was).

Then, of course, I had to pee in the cup and walk the sample across a crowded hallway. Then, the doc held up the sample and noticed it was, well, bloody and told me that this one was straightforward (they did eventually run the test -- UTI). He told me it came from sex, and that my BF and I would have to be more careful. Then for some reason the doc and the BF started talking and found out they were both from the same town and knew lots of the same people (I did mention that he was still holding the sample up, right?).

Oy.