Counting my blessings on that one. 
Listen, talk of trauma, I wasn't the world's most masculine guy at thirteen....I was in the band and my dream was to be a jazz trumpet player. So after not showering the first few days Coach Blanton called me into his office and asked me gruffly why I wasn't showering with the fellas....it was bad hygiene. So I answered him honestly as I could at the time that it was scary and I was still working out the sexuality bit. Apparently those are magic words amongst PE coaches, because he gave me a long look....gears spinning....and said, "OK, your'e excused....I'll put you down as 'unspecified infection' so the other coaches will know."
I think that troubled me more than anything....that there was a sheet of paper somewhere at my school in plain view of the staff that had my name on it and in the next column "unspecified infection".
It may have been a euphemism.
