PLanned parenthood, take two

I went back to planned parenthood today.
I have these weird sores on my tongue. And I am thoroughly freaked out. I mean, all this dating and no kissing!?! So, I decided to just GO today, and I got there around ten.
And I waited until around 4 to be seen.
And then I said (as I had mentioned on my paperwork) that I had sores on my tongue.
"We don't do tongues," she says.
"What? What about STIs in the mouth??"
"We don't do tongues. I can just look if you want, but..."
"Umn. Okay?"

-----No. Not okay. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN 'DON"T DO TONGUES'???

Anyway. She looked at my tongue and told me these sores are not symptomatic of any STI, and then barely poked at my still-itchy-still-rashy vagina and told me NOTHING except use hydrocortizone.
And then charged me 40 bucks. Which, by the way is a third of the money I had.
I cried silently after she left the room.
I have to go to a doctor. Like, now. and I just cannot afford it. Not even if I only have to pay twenty bucks now and be billed the rest.
I will, of course, investigate my options on monday, when I take a break from work (I get to work on a 150 year old church mon).
But fuck man.
My tongue hurts.
And I feel defeated.
I should also mention that I'm not depressed anymore, but this shit doesn't make it so easy to maintain sanity.