I am still sore from that rock-climbing stunt on Wednesday. I think I am getting old. It is taking me days to recover from such activity as climbing a synthetic rock wall. It is not like a climb the face of Mt. Everest. Speaking of getting old - I am getting more of those signals lately. First, I went to my ob/gyn for the first time in 4 years and got checked. I was told that I am too old for the HPV vaccine - I was aghast! Too old for a vaccination to protect me from Cervical CA? Well, the nice doctor said, HPV is like the cold virus, I would have been exposed to at least five strains now - of course, her assuming that I having had at least 5 sexual partners at this point in my life. Huh? Sigh! The appt. - besides involving the most dehumanizing procedure in the medical world - Pap Smear, that is - is no fun. I gained ten pounds according to the clinic scale - enough to make me run out and vomit all my insides which I think weighed that much! And then, I was told that my uterus is tilted to my rectum instead of towards my abdomen like the majority of woman in the world - and it is soooo tiny. Needless to say, it was not much fun with the speculum after that. Curse these two below:
(Picture of Dr. George Papanicolau, hence, Pap Smear!)
(The cold, inert, stainless steel, duck-billed (why?), instrument for Pap!)
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