Right, at the risk of turning vivalaslut into the vagina monologues, lets talk lady parts…again.

A short while ago I allowed a woman I don’t know to insert a clear plastic phallus into my vagina and swab my cervix with what looked to me like a mascara wand. (Too graphic?) Yes friends, I had a cervical smear test, or pap smear, if you are american. Like the ladies in the fantastic 60’s comic I read on the subject. (Read the full comic here.)

I may as well be honest, it was SO uncomfortable, but only for about 30 seconds. A nurse at my GPs office did it, and for some reason I trusted her less than I would have a doctor. Also when I arrived she was taking out the bins, so when she asked if I had any questions I wanted to say “Are you SURE you’re a real nurse?”

I’ve had an abnormal smear test result in the past so I’m slightly apprehensive about the results. But I am pleased that after months of stalling while my mother badgered me about my cervix, I finally booked and underwent my second ever cervical smear.

May it be the second of many!

VIVA LA CERVIX!