Just to warn you, this contains some VERY sensitive material that many people, especially especially ESPECIALLY men, will be quite sickened by.

Since the summer before my senior year, I have been on birth control pills. Not that I'm cool and sexually active or anything, but I had an irregular period for years.

Now...I have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy with my va-oh my gosh, I can't even type it. With my...bajingo (thank you Scrubs for that term). I don't bother her, she doesn't bother me. So the one time that I've been to a gynecologist, you can't even imagine how uncomfortable I was. It was the single worst experience of my life(and I've had some pretty bad days), and until now, I've tried my absolute best to black it out. I was so uncomfortable, even though it was a woman examining me, that she couldn't even do an internal exam, I had to go get an ultrasound (and here's a side story about THAT: I don't know if any of my precious readers have had an ultrasound before, but a couple of hours before you have it done, you have to drink 40 ounces of water and you can't go to the bathroom. Needless to say, my bladder was about to EXPLODE and my asshole friends(Joe, I hope you're reading this)knew this, and tried to get me to laugh so I'd go over the edge and actually pee my pants. This was also the time in my government class that my teacher decided to talk about political cleavages. It seems everyone was out to get me to laugh, the dirty dirty bastards.).

So imagine the HORROR when my mom told me I'd have to see the OB/GYN to refill the birth control pills. And this time, it would be a MALE doctor.

So I'm not on birth control pills anymore. That's basically it.

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