I had done everything right: peeing after sex, chugging water, drinking cranberry juice, and popping Azo. It was as if social media had read my mind or looked inside my body when it offered up a word I’d never seen before: Ureaplasma. The word started showing up everywhere, like an ex-boyfriend in a small town you can’t seem to escape. She said “maybe.” I asked if I could give it back to my partner. And yes, I fully recognize that’s a privilege, which is precisely why I’m writing this in the first place.