I am walking towards my office after my “appointment” the other day (that’s code for my trip to hell on a monkey wand). My friend J is about 20 yards ahead of me. “J!” “J!” I call out. She stops and waits for me to catch up.
“Oh hey!”
And before she can get out another word I blurt, “I just had my cervix scraped!”
I can tell by the look on her face that she was expecting something more along the lines of, “How are you today?” We could have eased into it, but what’s the point? I’ve had so many ultrasounds in the last year I’m afraid some day I’ll forget to put pants on before I go out in public. I just don’t have time to be indirect.
Honey, you can talk to me about cervix scraping or any other adventures with the reproductive organs anyday, anytime anywhere.