Well...the most dreaded day of the year, which now occurs annually, has come to pass and as per usual I survived it. (And I was unnaturally calm about all of it. It was nice to not work myself up into a tizzy for once.) After visit number three to the gynecologist, still in my juvenile mind I walked away thinking, I can't believe she is the only person who has ever felt me up. Those assholes on public transportation who 'accidentally' touched me don't count. Not that having my doctor squeeze the crap out of my breasts is any more enjoyable, but it's a lot more extensive and undeserving of dirty looks since she's only trying to keep me healthy.
Doc: (looking at chart) The last time you were here you were 29, so that makes you 30.
QV: (um...did you really just say that?) yes.
Doc: And you were not sexually active. Is that still the case?
QV: (pathetic kind of laugh) ogod it's obvious! yes.
Doc: We started you on the pill only to regulate your period.
QV: Yeah...but maybe some day...
Then the real fun began as the lovely speculum was brought forth.
Doc: This may hurt a little.
YA THINK? I must have been more tense this time, which is odd because I actually felt more relaxed, or she spent more time down there than last year because it hurt more than a little. (She did say she was going to do a second test now that I was 30, but far be it from me to remember what it was now.) Nothing unbearable mind you, but enough that I probably made it worse by tensing up the rest of my body. I've read in a few different places that it's only supposed to cause discomfort...unless you tense up. It kind of worries me because I know sex is supposed to hurt the first time and I wonder if I'll be able to do it if I have the option of saying 'get the hell off me'. Then again, I don't expect he'll be shaped like a metal speculum that is cranked open.
Overall, I still really like my doctor. I spent a total of about half an hour in the office waiting time included, which was amazing considering last year it was about 2 hours. I guess it goes to show no two exams are alike. Except that getting a pap smear is uncomfortable.
I am sure to receive my postcard with the results in a few weeks. Fingers crossed for the bright, blooming flowers.
2 comments:
Oooh I hate going to the gyno or most internal docs for that matter. Because they have to ask the same questions: "Are you sexually active?" and/or "When was the last time you have had sex?" And that's when I have to tell them the truth on how I'm a virgin. Then they'd have a small look of shock. I even had one doc ask me if I was gay, which is a decent question I guess. But you would think docs would understand, but they don't.
you had a doctor ask if you were gay? that doesn't seem right to me! if you were sexually active and who you were sleeping with was relevant, maybe, but that was purely out of their the doc's own curiosity. they should have to take a course in patient relations. hmmm, maybe they do and that doc failed. i don't know anything about med school! :)
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