Cervix says.
Nov. 2nd, 2004 02:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slemslempikeI woke up grumpy and tired to my alarm this morning, lay in bed for about ten minutes watching Friends, and then realised that I had an appointment for my smear test this morning. Actually, this was a good thing, as it meant I could, and did, stay in bed for about an hour longer, which is always nice. Remembered to wear a skirt so I don't feel quite so ridiculous lying on the table.
Appointment was not too bad, a little rooting around to get a clear view of the cervix, minor discomfort with the scraping, and a compliment on having a relaxed vagina. I was pleased (I take my compliments where I can get them) until it occurred to me that this might not be positive, and spent a little while having a mild panic about that.
I was surprised it was so painless, as my first smear test was excruciating. First of all the table faced the door, which I know was locked, but it doesn't lend itself to calm genitals when you're spread-legged in potential full view of whoever might happen to walk down the corridor of a busy student practice. Then she had trouble finding my cervix. I realise that I have no medical training to speak of, but I know where it is. Vagina, end of. Unless there's a blind corner or a fork in the road of which I'm unaware. Then she scraped the spatula, making sure to get as many cells as possible by using a kind of sawing motion. And then she seemed surprised that there was blood in the sample. I can't imagine how that happened. Feh.
Appointment was not too bad, a little rooting around to get a clear view of the cervix, minor discomfort with the scraping, and a compliment on having a relaxed vagina. I was pleased (I take my compliments where I can get them) until it occurred to me that this might not be positive, and spent a little while having a mild panic about that.
I was surprised it was so painless, as my first smear test was excruciating. First of all the table faced the door, which I know was locked, but it doesn't lend itself to calm genitals when you're spread-legged in potential full view of whoever might happen to walk down the corridor of a busy student practice. Then she had trouble finding my cervix. I realise that I have no medical training to speak of, but I know where it is. Vagina, end of. Unless there's a blind corner or a fork in the road of which I'm unaware. Then she scraped the spatula, making sure to get as many cells as possible by using a kind of sawing motion. And then she seemed surprised that there was blood in the sample. I can't imagine how that happened. Feh.
