so much for that.
I went to the doctor’s office. I got weighed. I undressed and draped myself with the little white sheet. And then the doctor came in and told me she wasn’t comfortable doing the procedure.She explained that it is very unusual for her to do a LEEP on someone for whom she hasn’t done the preliminary procedure – the one with the ugly name, the one that I had at Planned Parenthood a few months ago when I had no health insurance. She said that looking at the results of this procedure she wasn’t convinced a LEEP was necessary, and that even though a LEEP is not a huge deal there is always the risk of infection or various other complications, and there is a certain amount of maintenance that needs to happen afterwards. She recommended that instead I have a second round of the preliminary procedure I’ve already had.
This was, at first, aggravating. I was ready to go. I had taken the day off work. I had made peace with saying goodbye to eight millimeters of my cervix, and all dysplasic cells contained thereon. The preliminary procedure is purely diagnostic – it doesn’t get rid of anything sketchy – and I was awaiting the relief of a certified non-sketchy cervix.
But I liked the doctor, and I believed her. She has been doing her work for twenty years. She also explained that if the results came back troubling, she would make sure I got a LEEP appointment ASAP. It was the first time in my adult life that I sat and had a careful, non-rushed conversation with a medical practitioner whom I was sure would be seeing me again. It was great.
I mean, "great" except for the next part, with the stirrups and samples and whatnot. But whatever. Now it’s the weekend.
posted by tortaluga @ 4:06 PM
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