The unofficial worst day of the year is over for me. Yes, ladies, I am speaking of the annual. Men, I'm sorry if it's too much, but you probably have someone in your life who has to have one, so deal with it.
It's not that the annual is really that big of a deal, and it gets almost humdrum as the years go by, but it's still no fun. Just like you don't want to have a doctor grab your balls and tell you to cough, we don't want a doctor to pry us open and poke a giant q-tip in. In fact, I think the giant q-tip is worse.
But it's over, huzza! and I'm clear for another year, provided that the pap comes out normal. Two weeks and I'll know. But my blood pressure is excellent (the nurse was so complimentary about it, it's kinda funny), my blood is normal and everything else looked fine. Not that I was worried.
Anyway, whatever I spend the rest of tonight doing, it's all over for me. 364 blissful days to go before the ordeal happens again. (With apologies to my sister, who has a slightly worse situation, having only a half year between each. Sorry Kate!)
I'd like to point out that I only have a half year between NOW...I used to have one every 4 months...to be honest, I don't really dread the appointments anymore. It's like...getting my teeth cleaned. Only more intimate. And less comfortable.
Posted by: Katie | September 19, 2007 at 06:14 PM