I had a smear test today.
The nurse was in and out quicker than a virgin on prom night; I resisted the temptation to ask if that was it.
A quick, painless, scrape of my cervix and I was back at work before you could say "That was an abnormally long lunch break."
Do you remember when smear tests were something to be dreaded, put off until you got three or four reminders, and were accompanied by debates about what to wear and worry that the nurse might think your lady bits look 'funny'? (Come on, we've all wondered if it is supposed to look like that. Haven't we?)
Today it felt like a bit of light relief compared to the double-handed foraging that I normally associate with internal examinations.
But what was it that really put the spring back in my step?
Tonight I met up with Twangy Pearl, the Elastic Girl. She was in town for family shenanigans so I took the opportunity to steal her away for a wee drink. She was lovely, and just what I imagined (except, much as I love all her drawings and think she is incredibly talented, she really doesn't do herself justice in her self-portraits).
Internet friends for the win!*
*Although real life friends don't feel abandoned - I love you too.