For those of you who don't like tests, just go and visit a cancer ward or ask for a blat of chemo to see what it feels like, then decide if getting a speculum up your twat or finger up your jaxsie is that bad after all . . .
As someone who has been just about a professional patient for the last 15 years, since I was 21, let me give you a word of advice.
Leave your dignity at the door of the hospital or doctors, and pick it up again on the way out.
There's a time and place to be worried about pride or feeling uncomfortable, and anything to do with your health is not one of them. (Not talking about malpractice here, of course).
Believe me, when you've had the shit hit the fan big time, you soon stop worrying about the minor stuff . . .
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