Today was the day I hate the most of the entire year. It's worse than Valentine's Day when you have no one. With VDay, there's always next year. With this day there's always next year, dammit.
No one, no one, likes to have their snatched poked at for non-recreational purposes.
At least I get to go to my family doctor's office where I've been going since I was born. They already know everything, so I don't have to refill out my medical history all the effing time.
First there's the basic questions. Discharge, pain, discomfort, etc. Then the doctor gets to second base with you- A LOT- and then your feet you up in the stirrups. And you have the urge to keep your knees together, but you can't. And they always always tell you to relax. But that's next to impossible. Plus it feels like there's a draft.
For serious. Guys don't even know. I'd take "turn and cough" any day over playing "where's your cervix". Most males are all "oh well we have to have the prostate exam blah blah blah". Really? REALLY?! That takes a few seconds. Meanwhile we've got to have our hoohahs propped open with a spotlight shining up there and a giant q-tip swirled around. Every year. FOREVER.
Because you have to go. Or they don't let you have your pills. It's blackmail. If you don't get your pills, then your eggo gets preggo and you have to go anyways so they can poke around "for the baby".
On the bright side, I did get the BC changed to the seasonal stuff. High fives for no period all summer! It was almost worth it.
PS How does one make the life choice to look at vag all day? Do you think gynos have a rating system?