I could see the swab being horrible and invasive.
But imagine being spread-eagled in the stirrups while they go in, lube up, put what resembles a curling iron inside you to keep it open and CLIP a piece of tissue from inside you.
Pinch! Pinch!
"That wasn't so bad was it? Don't forget to come back next year".
Grim.
For a lifelong single guy who treats condoms like kryptonite, I don't get tested NEARLY enough. I guess I quietly subscribed to the ignorance of "if I don't see physical symptoms, then I'm fine".
I'm going today, though. May God have mercy on me.