I can laugh and joke about our bodily functions, even write amusing (?) poetry, but when it comes to discussing them seriously with the Doctor, no chance.
It is very rare I go to the surgery other than for my diabetes checks, but sometimes you have to bite the bullet, file away your embarrassment and strip.
Ho hum.
I wasn’t always like this, and when I worked for an American International Bank, an annual women’s health check was included in the health package.
It never worried me whether the Doc was male or female either, they saw hundreds of patients of various shapes and sizes with a variety of ailments, but basically (apart from our gender) , we have the same equipment which we need to keep in good working order to remain healthy. I keep telling myself that.
I have had a few scares in the past with lumps where they shouldn’t be, and now get regular breast screenings as a matter of course. I never realised I had so much ‘up top’ until it was flattened out like some kind of lumpy porridge amoeba on the X-ray plate and smiled for the camera.
The lumps I had were drained with a tiny needle (I sported a round ‘third nipple’ plaster for the day) and were simply small cysts which disappeared without further treatment. Mind you, the doc who examined me was a dreamboat, so that probably helped as I’m a sucker for a guy with blue eyes and dark hair.
Hubby is neither but knows this, even telling his blue eyed dark haired friend who teased me enormously thereafter and I couldn’t look at him without blushing for weeks.
And so to today.
Despite OTC remedies, it’s not going away on its own, so I need some heavy shit intervention.
Up early, shower, hair wash, the full shebang ready for the examination.
I saw a lady, but even then, I flushed as pink as my jumper.
Actually, she was lovely, put me at my ease and chatted about my general health and well-being.
‘It’s nothing to worry about,’ she said, and gave me a prescription for antibiotics to ‘zap it’ completely.
As they say about liking your eggs, is that ‘piled’ or ‘boiled’.
Aw shame. I sympathise. It isn’t easy having to get personal stuff checked out, but always worth doing so. 🙂
I’m glad I went anyway.