The doctor called saying the tests were negative and we wanted to test to see if it was viral instead. Nothing came back. Then, he wanted to test to see if it was STD, but the tests take longer to come back. While waiting for results and continuing to take penicillin per my doctor's directions, I continue to get sicker. The infection had moved from my throat to my gums, then to my lips, then to a couple of fingers (that I accidentally slammed between a door) and my genitals.
At this point, the doctor is convinced I have an STD because it's on my genitalia despite insisting that it started in my throat. He said it could've been transmitted orally. He runs every STD test under the sun, although he sent the samples in for the wrong tests the first time, and everything comes back negative. Since they all come back negative, he is convinced I have HIV considering how quickly it spread. He orders that test.
A few days later while bedridden and during finals week, I get a call from a new doctor saying the HIV test came back negative and to come in so she could examine me herself. Considering how sick I was and for how long, she said that I clearly should have been hospitalized, despite the previous doctor that I saw nearly everyday and saw how long I had a fever for (2 weeks straight) kept telling me to just get rest. She also said that he never tested for strep throat, despite me insisting that's what I thought it was on the first visit.
The new doctor says that she thinks it's strep throat too (which the previous doctor ruled out without testing) and she runs as many tests against it as possible. Turns out that I had antibiotic-resistant strep throat that became resistant due to the penicillin that the previous doctor was so quick to prescribe to "get a head start". It turns out that the doctor had been fired and she was his replacement...for good reason.
Anyways, antibiotic-resistant infections are no joke. They get real bad, real quick. Plus, a shitty doctor can create it by prescribing medication nilly willy and force a potential HIV scare that you have to deal with for like a week. Those three weeks were the worst of my life, not just because of how sick I was, but also because I was convinced (since the doctor was) that I had HIV, forced to confront the person I assumed I contracted it from, and go through the worst pain in my life every time I had to take a piss.