The thing is, it wasn’t that bad. The nurse practitioner who is my designated OB/GYN is a lovely person. She spent plenty of time making sure that I understood my options for birth control and listened to what I didn’t like about the last method she prescribed. She gave me a helpful pamphlet on ensuring that I get enough calcium and vitamin D. And we talked about kids and books and summer reading all through the most unpleasant parts of the experience, so I felt a lot less like a piece of meat than I could have.
(Her son has to read The Grapes of Wrath this summer. Syd has to read Their Eyes Were Watching God, All the Pretty Horses, Ragtime, and some book I can’t remember right now. Personally, I like Syd’s list better.)
At the end of the visit, she said, “Don’t be a stranger.” And she laughed when I said that while the conversation had been fun, I just never wake up in the morning thinking, “Oh, hooray! Today I get a Pap smear!”