In my pants

Since the start of this year, when I've got stressed I've got thrush. You can guess what's happening in my pants right now. Can't head to the doctor's surgery in case I catch Covid; me and the doc had a quick phone chat instead. Sometimes I find spots of blood when I go to the loo. Disturbing. There's been no sex since this last kicked off: my boyfriend's penis tends to make things worse. We hug instead and apologise to each other. I truly love the man.