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sakon76Today was my first Pap Smear. I feel all growed-up now!
Not.
Wait in waiting room for ~1 hour. The TV is playing The Fifth Element, which is rather fun, but three twenty-somethings are talking loudly over it, much to my annoyance. Get shown to examination room, have basic info checked, am asked to strip, put paper shirt on (opens in front), put paper blanket on my lap to cover me, and wait for physician. Do so, leaving socks on to little avail: feet become rapidly cold anyway. After about twenty minutes of making paper cranes, the physician comes in, checks my lungs and heartbeat, asks me to lie down, checks my breasts for lumps. Doesn't find any. Then get into the stirrups and get examined below the waist, which is eh. Then the plastic thingy gets shoved up inside me ("This may hurt a little," she warns me) with a resounding *click*. Things that go inside my body are not supposed to *click*. It involves the same kind of pain that occurs when one's ears get pierced... a sense of burning heat rather than an awareness of pain as such. And while she does her thing and takes samples, the plastic tube/whatever becomes rapidly more and more uncomfortable to the point where my mental mantra is "Please let it come out soon. Please let it come out soon."
And then, fortunately, it does. Life is happy again, and off I go to work.
Cranes done: 730. Cranes to go: 270. Almost three-quarters done!
Not.
Wait in waiting room for ~1 hour. The TV is playing The Fifth Element, which is rather fun, but three twenty-somethings are talking loudly over it, much to my annoyance. Get shown to examination room, have basic info checked, am asked to strip, put paper shirt on (opens in front), put paper blanket on my lap to cover me, and wait for physician. Do so, leaving socks on to little avail: feet become rapidly cold anyway. After about twenty minutes of making paper cranes, the physician comes in, checks my lungs and heartbeat, asks me to lie down, checks my breasts for lumps. Doesn't find any. Then get into the stirrups and get examined below the waist, which is eh. Then the plastic thingy gets shoved up inside me ("This may hurt a little," she warns me) with a resounding *click*. Things that go inside my body are not supposed to *click*. It involves the same kind of pain that occurs when one's ears get pierced... a sense of burning heat rather than an awareness of pain as such. And while she does her thing and takes samples, the plastic tube/whatever becomes rapidly more and more uncomfortable to the point where my mental mantra is "Please let it come out soon. Please let it come out soon."
And then, fortunately, it does. Life is happy again, and off I go to work.
Cranes done: 730. Cranes to go: 270. Almost three-quarters done!
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Date: 2004-01-06 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-06 06:09 am (UTC)