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Jun. 3rd, 2008 07:41 pmCut for Female TMI.
I went to get a pap-smear today. That was... for lack of a better word, interesting. There's nothing quite as humiliating as laying on a bed, naked (oh sure they give you a paper shirt thing to wear, but it's more like a vest and doesn't count) and waiting for someone to shove things inside of you that shouldn't go there. Now, I don't think anything should go up there, but I've never had sex before so I could be wrong.
The Doctor was very nice. She was young and spriteful. Not exactly what you want. But better than... I don't know. She kept up a friendly chatter trying to put me at ease. My thoughts kept on running along the lines of "you're going to stick a metal thing inside of me and poke around. How exactly is that supposed to make me relax?"
The first metal thing did not fit. So she got another one and stuck it in. She pokes it in and then I feel this pain. She declares, "Congratulations! You have a cervix!" My next thought was "Are there women who don't have them?" I'm just wondering.
It's interesting how the doctor's have become so blah about the exams. Here I am having the strange woman fondling my breasts and we end up talking about how my cat is a peeping tom. It was like she was kneading dough as we talked.
Very disconcerting.
After that, I was free.
I got to go to work.
Afterwards I went home, took a nap and did some artwork.
I went to get a pap-smear today. That was... for lack of a better word, interesting. There's nothing quite as humiliating as laying on a bed, naked (oh sure they give you a paper shirt thing to wear, but it's more like a vest and doesn't count) and waiting for someone to shove things inside of you that shouldn't go there. Now, I don't think anything should go up there, but I've never had sex before so I could be wrong.
The Doctor was very nice. She was young and spriteful. Not exactly what you want. But better than... I don't know. She kept up a friendly chatter trying to put me at ease. My thoughts kept on running along the lines of "you're going to stick a metal thing inside of me and poke around. How exactly is that supposed to make me relax?"
The first metal thing did not fit. So she got another one and stuck it in. She pokes it in and then I feel this pain. She declares, "Congratulations! You have a cervix!" My next thought was "Are there women who don't have them?" I'm just wondering.
It's interesting how the doctor's have become so blah about the exams. Here I am having the strange woman fondling my breasts and we end up talking about how my cat is a peeping tom. It was like she was kneading dough as we talked.
Very disconcerting.
After that, I was free.
I got to go to work.
Afterwards I went home, took a nap and did some artwork.
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:01 am (UTC)...wow, TMI for me too, sorry. ^_^;;; But...*mumbles* DOES it hurt...?
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:16 am (UTC)The talking thinng is to try and put you at your ease. It doesn't always help, but they try.
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:30 am (UTC)I can't live without tampons. Pads are so icky. TMI, causes people to do that same. =(
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:30 am (UTC)Telling to the gyn that you're uncomfortable with the process might make her/him more careful. ;)
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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