Posted August 19th, 2003 by Michelle

I stopped by my doctor’s office today in hopes of rescheduling my colposcopy, and it turns out that my doctor is going on vacation. And even if she wasn’t going on vacation, her next appointment is September 26th. Yeesh! What’s a girl gotta do to find out if she’s got baby cancer cells on her cervix! So I called my former doctor’s office, and it turns out that my gyn there is on maternity leave! What, is it not all about my cervix? So I’m seeing some stranger tomorrow for yet another lovely pelvic exam, starting from the beginning because our health care system sucks and I have to get completely re-tested before even getting a colposcopy. My current gyn, who I briefly got on the phone, said I should just do it over because “maybe this time it will come out normal and you won’t have to get a colposcopy”. What? What exactly do you mean? This thing I’ve been sweating over could be a computer glitch or something?

Doubtful. But I’m getting ANOTHER (my third in a month) pelvic exam by yet another (my third) doctor in the morning. Exactly how I want to spend my day off. But I hope to be under the stars tomorrow night listening to Aimee Mann and Ben Folds in Central Park, so really, I can’t complain.

Je suis tres decouragee a mon travail. Je ne suis pas content. En outre, j’attends toujours un appel téléphonique ou un email d’une certaine personne. Quel dommage. Je vais assez bien, mais je m’ennuie toujours de lui.

Translation: I don’t like my job. Where’s my man?