Cervix says.

[slemslempike]

I 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.

Comments

[oursin.livejournal.com]

Some people have what is known as pinhole cervix, which can be hard to find even if the person doing the test knows the general area to be looking (student nurse 'Oops, I can't find your cervix'; me 'Oh, perhaps I left it in the waiting room with my coat'.)

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Hee! And sympathy, must make appointments even more annoying.

[sabethea.livejournal.com]

Unless there's a blind corner or a fork in the road of which I'm unaware

just call me Ms Blind Corner....

[debodacious.livejournal.com]

Oooh - your post made me clamp my knees together in sympathy. I remember going to have a cap fitted years ago and my doctor, after minutes of what I can only describe as rummaging around in there, said my uterus was too retroverted for him to fit it onto my cervix, so he thought an alternative method of contraception would be better. And now I have four kids.