A Good News Day

So a little while back, before the incident with my dad, I was worrying about an abnormal cell count that had appeared twice in a row on my regular pap tests. It is almost 9 months later, that I was finally able to get an appointment with the specialist to find out what it could be.

First off, all I can say.....the procedure kind of sucks. It's about 10 times more invasive than a females' normal yearly scan, and depending on what they have to do, a good few times more uncomfortable as well.

Second, although I'm interested in biology and how the human body works, having the powerful microscope their using, also feeding up into a television that is positioned right in front of me....is weird. Not to mention the nurses' rather uncomfortable statement of, "don't worry, the law doesn't let us post anything to YouTube" and the doctors follow up of "Nope. It's just broadcasting through the hospital."

Lucky for them I have a sense of humour. But my anxiety still shot through the roof.

Third, having an over eager med student, who has obviously never undergone the procedure, nattering with overly cheerful concern about how I'm feeling and what things feel like right in my ear? Made me want to find a sharp implement and poke her in the eye with it.

All in all, from parking to leaving the hospital, I was only there 20 minutes, the doctor assured me that I don't have cancer, and I get to follow up in two weeks to see if there's any other treatment plans that become necessary after the biopsy results come back.

So in summary, discomfort, awkwardness, excruciating embarssement, a male doctor, over eager female med student, super sarcastic nurse, stirrups, microscopes and a tv play by play later....No Cancer, is always a good news day.

Now it's just the two week wait for the results to see if it's "something else". Don't you hate when doctors get all ominous?