I had my most recent cervical smear this week. It’s never pleasant but I was shocked at how my life imitates my humour. Some time ago I kept going back to the doctor for another smear and yet another smear. They never seemed to get enough cells for a proper sample. I joked that the real reason they couldn’t get a proper sample was because I’d hidden my cervix in my left underarm.
This time I went and when the girls who were taking the samples had a hard time finding my cervix I told them that I’d hidden it from them. I’ll bet they’ve never heard that one before!
There was an event of note during the exercise: they said “It’s moving! It’s moving!” Trying to relax while you have implements in there is difficult enough but I probably prolonged the agony when I imagined they were chasing my cervix around the room! Note to self: stop giggling!!