Those were the first words from a young flight
attendant as soon as we had exchanged greetings.
Earlier, he had told his supervisor of a groin rash. I
had popped a tube of antifungal cream into my bag and driven off, expecting an
uncomplicated visit.
I asked how he knew this, confident that he had
searched the internet and received the usual terrifying and incorrect
information.
“My boy friend has the same sore. He went to a clinic.
They did a test and said he had syphilis and gave him a shot of penicillin.”
I couldn’t argue with that. He would need the same
test and injection. Since he was flying back the next day, he could take care
of it then.
“I can’t!” he pleaded. “I don’t go to Australia for
two weeks.”
His destination was Cairo because he worked for an
Egyptian airline. On sexual matters Arabs are less easy-going than Australians,
and he was frightened of the consequences if his employer found out.
I encounter this now and then. Even in the US where
discrimination is illegal, employees worry. I never encounter syphilis, so I
don’t carry injectable penicillin, but I handed over an approved alternative
treatment, and he promised to follow up with his doctor in Australia. Later,
writing my medical report for the employer, I worked hard to write an accurate
if ambiguous description of a bacterial groin infection.
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