Craptastic Timing

Last month I screwed up the mental fortitude required to get my pap smear. I think I am lucky they are free under the medicare system, & they are absolutely necessary to detect cervical cancer. But still, eeeewwww. Who wants someone poking up their jacksie? 

Anyway, I booked for mid cycle, & fronted up to see a new doctor, who was a lovely Russian babushka, very caring & no nonsense. She talked a bit like Natasha out of Rockie & Bullwinkle.

Anyway.

I am lying there, pants off, legs up, speculum inserted, she has the scrapy thing right in there, & she asks 'When you last bleed?'

I reply 'Ummm, 2 weeks ago?  My cycle's a bit erratic lately'

she says 'Well you bleed now'

Crap.

She holds up the scrapy thing to show me the blood.

Crap. (& eeeew! gross!)

Then she says 'You come back in one week, if no result, we do again.'

Crap.

So, I went back & didn't need to do another pap smear, thank heavens, because that wouldn't have been fair. At all.

I just had to share this with you because I need to move on from the whole craptastic experience.

Therapy over.

Thank you!

xx