Okay, normally I don’t blog about stuff like this, but today, I decided that I simply have to. If any of you are sensitive to squicky things, do not read this entry. You have been warned.
Two weeks ago, I went to the gynecologist. During playtime with the speculum, my doctor cut my vagina. REPEATEDLY. Can we say ouch??!! Yes, there was actually blood involved. Apparently, she was using the wrong size. I’m a small person. I need the smallest size. I’ve actually had a doctor tell me this before. My vagina was quite mad at my doctor after this (can you really blame her?) and me. Now here comes the good news. My vagina has finally healed from the trauma, quite assured that there would be no more slice and dice for another year. But last night, I got a phone call from my doctors office. During said trauma, they didn’t collect enough cells. Can you guess what this means?? That’s right! I get to go in and do it all over again!! Oh the fun!! I can’t tell you how excited I am. After this, my vagina will never speak to me again.
