where “no news is good news”

So I just returned from the place where “no news is good news”. Who of you know where I’m talking about? Yep, I just did the responsible thing and had myself checked up at the PP clinic. I’m not particularly worried about my health but every six months or so that I find myself in Chico, CA, I make an appointment to be completely sure.
I had no idea there was an instant HIV test available. How cool! Getting a HIV test is fairly similar to being interrogated by a customs official at a border crossing. Your positive (hmm, that’s really not the best word here, is it?) that you’ve done nothing wrong and that you’ll just pass on through but you’re pretty nervous anyway. And this time, just as quickly as most crossings, I was proved still innocent once again. Yay for instant tests!
Now, here’s some free advice that should really be fairly obvious: when going to a place where you have to have a urine test, don’t urinate before you go. This advice didn’t ring through my head until not only once I actually got there but after waiting in the lobby for 20 minutes. Oops. After a lengthy stopover at the water fountain down the hall and a belly full of water I broke what had to be a personal record for turn-around time for liquid going in and leaving my body.
On a topic unrelated to the inner workings of my body, I started my motorcycle today! It’s a 27 year old darling that gets very temperamental – particularly when left alone in a driveway for four month stretches. But with a little love (I’ve been told that it’s cute how I unconsciously pat her gas tank while coaxing it to do what I want it to do) and a recharged battery she sprang to life without too much trouble. Yay! Either tonight or tomorrow I’ll ride her back to her new home in Berkeley. I’m stoked to have a motorcycle in the Bay Area again. Driving non-parkable trucks and waiting in traffic (motorcycles can ‘split’ lanes in Cali) is for chumps!