  Yesterday was my bi-annual hoo hoo poke session. For those folks that don't understand my unsophisticated jargon, its my twice a year colposcopy. I'm sure a few ladies out there are familiar with it. Its what happens when abnormal cells are found on your cervix.
First you get to go to a cold hospital and wait for ages even though you have an appointment. Then you get naked from the waist down with a tissue sized paper to cover you and...Wait some more. Then the doctor comes in, tells you conflicting info from the last time you were there, and then the excitement begins. Bleeding! Vinegar! Discomfort! All on a computer screen for you to see, at a 10X magnification! Even more intriguing is knowing I've been intimate with a Karl Zeiss lens...gerrrowl..Hot! Anyway, this time I got away with no biopsy taken, and romantic date set for 6 months from now.
And I get to call back in three short weeks to see if my results have changed. funny, in this scenario, I'm not calling anymore to find out 'is everything ok? ' the assumption is no, its not, I'm merely calling to ensure its not less ok than it was 6 months earlier.
Come on - I can't be the only person that sees this as a glass half empty situation, am I? Maybe I'm just a big baby, but after a morning like that, I feel obliged to complain, its not just a right, but a duty. 
