The clinic

After spending yesterday pretty much just crying in my PJs, and having delivereasy because I couldn't bring myself to be in my kitchen.  Certain dark thought make kitchens bad places to be.
Spending all my emotional reserves trying to be kindly to Shitlord's other other guy was not a great move for me.
Sure I learned things in the process, but they are all things I was happier not knowing.

Seventeen hours after I sent the regrettable text to Shitlord he finally read it.  He has not replied, which pretty much confirms my suspicions.

After a very broken nights sleep I got thoroughly cleaned up as I was off to a sexual health clinic check-up - all the cheating I have learned about means I have to check that Shitlord didn't give me anything, even though I had mostly avoided ever doing anything particularly risky with him.
In the almost six years since I had last been checked the process has become a lot more hands off, the doctor involved doesn't even see any of the personal bit any more.
Which makes it much less embarrassing, though also means that other things involving those parts of the body will not get picked up on as when else did medical professionals ever look around down there.

I did, however, breakdown a bit in the question segment at the start.  So am getting some more counselling from another source.  I think just one session and covering things I would rather not talk about - but may do me some good.

The med student, who seemed very new to the sexual health assignment, was extremely uncomfortable.

Hopefully results, due before the end of the week, will all be fine.  Or, at least, nothing I am stuck with permanently.
Shitlord did enough harm to me without any of that.