Screw the shot. I got stabbed.
#3 on my wishlist of things to get done....
I went to PP and got the god-awful coochie test. Why do you want to hear this? Because, maybe if you're like me, the longer you stay outta the States... you prolly don't have insurance any longer. Yes. There are plenty of qualified gynos in Mexico... but I don't feel that comfy with my drawers dropped and hubby standing right behind me, translating for me about my whoo-ha. There are some things we just don't do.
Good news. After my finger stabbing and blood check, my blood sugar levels are great, I am NOT anemic, and I'm negative on the hiv. Fabulous, right? I got my check up and when it came down to pay...the bill was $40. Forty dollars. And if you really don't want to pay the $40, since I'm no longer making an income in the States.... it is not mandatory. Well, Shheeesh... I could afford the 40 bucks.... and feel a whole lot better knowing that I took care of myself on this trip. I should get my results back in a week, hopefully before I leave... and pray those cancer cells haven't come back.
So all you ladies, please get a check up, if you haven't already, next time you head back to the States. It won't drain your bank account and you'll feel like a million bucks.