Nothing to smear! Tips for tackling your first smear fear

At the time of writing this post, it has been revealed that cervical screenings (smear tests) are at an all-time low. It’s a statistic I don’t even want to think about. I turned 25 last September and as predicted, was invited for my first smear test – which I had done 4 days before my 25th birthday (I wrote about my experience here). I suffer with anxiety – GAD to be specific (Generalised Anxiety Disorder) but I suffer extra anxiety when it comes to medical related things. 

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2017 reflections & favourites 

I honestly cannot believe I am already writing this post. A part of me can’t comprehend that 2017 – the year that started approximately 45 minutes ago – is almost over. Fuck. I mean… fuuuuuck. Where has the time gone? Seriously? Did a Demogorgon eat it? (Cheeky lil reference for y’all Stranger Things lovers) But alas, here we are. Almost at the end of another topsy, turvy year. And it’s time for me to look back and reflect on some of the good things that happened. 

Places, holidays, days out etc. 

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September round-up

The last time I whacked out a last-minute post in less than 20 minutes, it actually did really well and that’s what I’ve found myself doing again now. In the shower I was reflecting on my September and how busy, hectic, draining, emotional and happy it’s been all rolled into one. I never, ever do monthly round ups anymore (just solely because I’m lazy and never really do enough in am month to warrant one) but I wanted to for this month because… I dunno, I feel like it was an important month in a lot of ways. So excuse the quickly and poorly written blog post but here’s a quick round up of everything that’s happened in September.

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My first smear test experience

At approximately 24 and a half years old, I received the letter in the post that I had been dreading, ever since I knew what a smear test was. The fact that the letter used words like “invited” didn’t make it any more cutesy or appealing. The fact of the matter was, I was at the age where a doctor needed me to spread my legs on a table and look into my fanny. There’s no beating around the bush (pun intended) and no sugar coating it really. It was time for my very first smear test. 

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