pre-cancerous what?
Okay, so I woke up this morning to get to my psychological screening for 9am. I'm there filling out the forms wondering why oh why they would make me do math so early (for me) in the morning. Finally, the woman comes out and we go into office where she starts questioning me. She asks about the basic background, and about my current court issues. I tell her about me being diagnosed with Cyclothymic Personality Disorder from my GP but that after two hours with a psychologist, he could only say 'inconclusive'. She responds with 'isn't "inconclusive" enough to tell you whether or not you have it?' (what?)
Leaving there, I am drawn towards any cooler in any store which could offer me chocolate milk. As I'm reaching for my wallet to pay for it, dads cell phone which is in my pocket starts to ring. I answer it and its dad yelling at me asking why I havent called the doctor (what?) and that I'm supposed to because he just called for me (how was I supposed to know?)
I call Dr. David S. and he tells me that its urgent and that I should come in as soon as possible. My first thought is 'those STD tests that came back were clean, werent they? how could you 'overlook' that? maybe he's just bored and wants some company'. I walk in where he rushes right to me as he hauls out a notebook and a pen. He proceeds to draw a diagram of a woman in stirrups getting a pap test, the cervix, traces the stick, and launches into his explanation. Apparently, I'm to see a gynecologist right away because I have pre-cancerous cells in my cervix. I wasn't too concerned, and I told him that lots of my friends get that too, and I already know all about the shooting of the vinegar, the cutting, and all of that. Well, he seems to think its a little more serious than that. He thinks that by the way the cells were placed on the glass, i may already have cancer and that the cells he nabbed in my paptest were just those surrounding the cancer so I'm going to possibly have to get at least a chunk of my cervix removed (What??)
...I'm not worried, or feel bad in any way. The only think on my mind is 'what the fuck next? really!'
Currently, I'm eating baby banana cookies with the cutest little smiley faces on them. Jeremy also got his phone fixed. I hope he doesnt call. Erk.
cAssidy is coming home tomorrow. Good God.
Leaving there, I am drawn towards any cooler in any store which could offer me chocolate milk. As I'm reaching for my wallet to pay for it, dads cell phone which is in my pocket starts to ring. I answer it and its dad yelling at me asking why I havent called the doctor (what?) and that I'm supposed to because he just called for me (how was I supposed to know?)
I call Dr. David S. and he tells me that its urgent and that I should come in as soon as possible. My first thought is 'those STD tests that came back were clean, werent they? how could you 'overlook' that? maybe he's just bored and wants some company'. I walk in where he rushes right to me as he hauls out a notebook and a pen. He proceeds to draw a diagram of a woman in stirrups getting a pap test, the cervix, traces the stick, and launches into his explanation. Apparently, I'm to see a gynecologist right away because I have pre-cancerous cells in my cervix. I wasn't too concerned, and I told him that lots of my friends get that too, and I already know all about the shooting of the vinegar, the cutting, and all of that. Well, he seems to think its a little more serious than that. He thinks that by the way the cells were placed on the glass, i may already have cancer and that the cells he nabbed in my paptest were just those surrounding the cancer so I'm going to possibly have to get at least a chunk of my cervix removed (What??)
...I'm not worried, or feel bad in any way. The only think on my mind is 'what the fuck next? really!'
Currently, I'm eating baby banana cookies with the cutest little smiley faces on them. Jeremy also got his phone fixed. I hope he doesnt call. Erk.
cAssidy is coming home tomorrow. Good God.