Ah, yes. Eventually we all reach that lovely spot, Fukitallsville, where everything is blissfully irrelevant and no longer worth our energy. I just found out last night, thanks to a message on our machine, that I had an abnormal pap. Not the lowest, gee-what-is-that-there? level, but not in the precancer danger zone. But I still have to get a colposcopy to see what's up. I'm scared. I'm afraid my doctor will want to take the electric loop to me and will fuck up my cervix, adding yet another obstacle--this time a permanent, inescapable one--to my future fertility.
So I spent the night dreaming odd dreams of doctor's offices, great green hills with secret paths, and such, and of course consulting Dr. Google about my chances for being maimed.
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