Every woman’s favourite pastime – the pap smear
Once every 12-months (or so) I rock up to my gynaecologist to spend about 15 minutes of my life having my cervix scraped. And that day was today.
The reason that I go every year, as opposed to every two years like most other women in Australia is because I have a history of dodgy pre-cancerous cells in and around my cervix. And in the interests of public service I thought I’d share a little about what I’ve learned over the last nine years since my cells all started going a bit bonkers and I became increasingly phobic of having a speculum inserted in my vagina.