I heard back about the weird smear.
Turns out that the person who originally looked at the slide wasn't 100% awake yet and thought things looked weirder than they were. Another lab tech went 'huh, whut?' and took another look. (Yay system redundancies!)
So there are some 'undifferentiated/indeterminate' squamous cells that need an eye kept on them but they're not funky enough to need a colposcopy.
FUCKING. YESSSSSSSSSS.
Will need another smear in about 12months to check on the cells and see if they settle down or decide to go full douchelord, but meh. Means I have more time to think of stupid colposcopy jokes like '#nofilter' and 'does this count as a selfie?' and 'No flash photography, it's a little shy'
*facepalm*
Humour as a coping mechanism. Results may vary.
There is that eternal horrible part of my brain going 'dammit I wish it was cancer because nobody fuckin blames you for dying of cancer and people (usually) don't say it's your fault for getting it or that you're just lazy because you're not magically better after 6 weeks of treatment' but that's the brainspaz for you. I'm basically sticking my fingers in my ears and shouting LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALA when that thought train starts up.
Ok I need more coffee I'm still nowhere near awake.
~peri
Turns out that the person who originally looked at the slide wasn't 100% awake yet and thought things looked weirder than they were. Another lab tech went 'huh, whut?' and took another look. (Yay system redundancies!)
So there are some 'undifferentiated/indeterminate' squamous cells that need an eye kept on them but they're not funky enough to need a colposcopy.
FUCKING. YESSSSSSSSSS.
Will need another smear in about 12months to check on the cells and see if they settle down or decide to go full douchelord, but meh. Means I have more time to think of stupid colposcopy jokes like '#nofilter' and 'does this count as a selfie?' and 'No flash photography, it's a little shy'
*facepalm*
Humour as a coping mechanism. Results may vary.
There is that eternal horrible part of my brain going 'dammit I wish it was cancer because nobody fuckin blames you for dying of cancer and people (usually) don't say it's your fault for getting it or that you're just lazy because you're not magically better after 6 weeks of treatment' but that's the brainspaz for you. I'm basically sticking my fingers in my ears and shouting LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LALALA when that thought train starts up.
Ok I need more coffee I'm still nowhere near awake.
~peri
