... you're all full of shit. All of you, all you women who told me what I had to go through today would feel "crampy" or "pinchy" or "really not so bad at all". I will rephrase. I'm so glad for you that you had such a wonderful experience with your biopsy, or your doctor, or maybe you were wasted, or maybe I'm just sensitive. But come on, ladies! It felt like exactly what it was - a doctor with a pair of forceps ripping out a chunck of flesh.
Now, just like mammograms go, "It doesn't hurt like cancer would". They particularly like to use that phrase when your breast is mashed between two pieces of hard plastic in an inhumane state. So I get it. And I have perspective, and I understand, and everyone is different, and all that stuff. But today was just horrible. Invasive and painful. I've never felt violated at the gyno before, but I do now. Again, not because of the doctors, because I love all of them - they're some of the most wonderful women I know.
And for the aftermath? No, I don't feel "crampy" and I've already taken four ibuprofen, thanks. I feel like someone would feel after three chunks of their insides got ripped out with a pair of fucking scissors. I'm sore and uncomfortable and right at this moment, it feels like I won't have sex for a month at least. They said ten days.
I would post the pictures of it if it didn't look so disgusting. You can go Google for pictures of "cervical biopsy" if you want, but don't say I didn't warn you.
So like I said, I'm going to go with me just being a little more sensitive than you guys. And yes, I have several piercings and tattoos - but I only sat through the tattoos because I had to (once they were started). And the piercings - well, ears and cartilege are an entirely different ballgame. I hate all of you though, still... well, not really. I think I'm going to go take a nap now.
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