Tomorrow is a day I’ve been dreading for about a month. (And this may be TMI, but that’s okay–it’s Thursday. Boys might want to look the other direction, though.) Actually, I’ve been dreading it for over a year, but I just made the appointment last month. I have to go to what I’ve deemed “the lady doctor.”
A few months ago, my prescription for birth control ran out, so I had to go back then for a refill. I didn’t want to get the exam, though, so she wrote me a three-month supply, and I was on my happy way. Of course, three months went by way too quickly, and I pretty much have to go tomorrow, unless I want a baby anytime soon (I don’t).
I’ve only been to the lady doctor once before for the dreaded exam, and that was April of last year, two months before my wedding. I was on my parent’s insurance still, so it was of no cost to me. My doctor was older, and she was somewhat cold during the entire procedure. She barely answered any of my questions, and she didn’t try to make things less awkward for me. I suppose she was just tired of her job after all of those years because she retired a few months after that.
This year, I don’t have insurance, so I’m paying out-of-pocket. Not only that, but I’m going to the health department, and when I went a few months ago, it wasn’t the most fun experience. (I ended up arriving about fifteen minutes before my scheduled appointment, and they took me right back. They made me pee in a cup, answer some questions, etc… Then I waited for two hours before seeing the doctor, and all she did was write me a prescription. Sigh.)
It’s definitely not the worst thing I’ll have to do in my life, but it’s not the most comfortable thing either. Do you ever feel like women just get the short end of the stick?
What do you do to prepare yourself for these yearly visits?
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