So I was just waking up this morning -- well, almost afternoon in all fairness -- when my cell phone started rattling. I picked up the phone to see that it was a "Private" listing. *Groan* - who the fuck is calling me when I still have sand in my eyes! Against my better judgment, I decided to actually answer the phone just before it went to voicemail. I pick up and a man with an Indian accent asks "Can I speak to Trevor Hop (sic) please?" Everyone always mispronounces my last name (it's actually pronounced like happy, but with an "o"). "This is Bob calling from the San Francisco Department of Public Health."

Oh lord. I knew what this was all about immediately. I was in San Francisco in March and I visited MAGNET, the free gay men's health clinic in the Castro. I make a point to go when I visit because they offer rapid HIV testing and oral/anal STI testing -- something that is very tricky to find in the State of Michigan (in fact, there is only one place in the entire state to get rapid testing, and it's about an hour away from Ann Arbor). When I last visited, I tested positive for chlamydia, which does of course happen from time to time.

The man on the phone continues, "I've been trying to reach you for weeks now, have you not received any of my letters?" I informed him that I had not because I now live in Michigan, and that they had probably gone to my old apartment in San Francisco. "Ohhhh! That makes sense now. I went to your apartment last week with medicine and everything." I was amazed! Bob had actually gone to my old apartment in the Castro to deliver me meds because he thought I hadn't gotten treatment. How effing cute is that! And super impressive.

I informed Bob that, upon my return to Michigan, I had quickly sought out treatment from my doctor here. Our business was done. But I'm really quite shocked and pleased to hear that DPH there is so committed to making sure guys are getting access to treatment for STIs. Although, I would think that you would call someone before showing up at their apartment. I don't think they ever called me; if they did, they didn't leave a voicemail. But nonetheless, impressive stuff!