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Monday, February 25, 2013

The long awaited for colposcopy

Last night, my momma and I came back to my apartment so she could go with me to my appointment. I brought my dog. Dogs may or may not be allowed in my apartment complex. People have them. I'm not being super sneaky about it. If someone says something, I'll say she's an emotional support animal. Which technically she is, but just not by the books. She's super confused as to why she's here but she dug on my bed and finally snuggled down against my back. She makes me feel soooo much better about the appointment. I missed her so much and she missed me.
On the way here, she was pretty good. I had to keep her window open. If I shut it, she got mad. Glared at me. When I got into town and the speed limit was 25mph, I opened the window farther. She looooved it.
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She's being a fairly perfect little beasty and just is confused. My entire living room is full of a blow up AeroBed for my mom and that's pretty much all that fits.
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So today I had my colposcopy. I've been scared since the day my doctor called me and told me I had an abnormal papsmear result. But apparently that's common. And apparently HPV is super common too.
What my doctor didn't tell me was that my papsmear was just barely abnormal. Which is good. She had me far more concerned than I should have been.
So what she did was look at my cervix, take a sample of cells in it and holy heck. So painful. I had to do like labor breathing. I felt awful. Then they ordered blood work to be done and now I just feel miserable. I feel like throwing up and I feel like a zombie. Or a sloth. Or a zombie sloth. Maybe a zombie sloth with morning sickness because I imagine that's what it would feel like right now.
So they'll have my blood work in today and then the results from the colposcopy will be in a week. One more week of waiting.
But I'll have to get papsmears every six months for a year and a half and if everything is normal with all three, then I can go back to every other year or every three years or whatever it is.
But I'm thankful I have my momma here and my lovey puppy who is snuggling me. Despite the fact that she threw up on my bed last night. Oh the joys of having a furbaby.

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