Pap
Oct 14, 2005 in General
Minishorts says: Today's special star is the very sporadic Gerrard of MakanRojak@blogspot. Gerard is old school from the stonehenge era, and has just recently graduated with a very prestigious medical degree. Currently serving his MO-ship in Singapore, Gerrard is my official F.O.C. lodging provider should I manage to get over to Singapore for the Virtual Insanity trip. In this post, Gerrard talks about Pap Smears.
After wallowing in the slime, grime, and cretin infested bowels of the local blogosphere since the days when fig leaves were the first choice lingerie to conceal genitals, I've finally been granted the chance to be in the blogging limelight clinking champagne glasses and exchanging inane chatter like the different textures of belly button lint in South American geriatrics with the higher echelons of the blogosphere right here in minishorts.net.
With such a platform to spew forth my best verbal diarrhea, minishorts decided to rain on my party by requesting that I blog about a subject so dreaded that even Mike Tyson's testicles would reascend from the scrotum and relocate to their embryological position at the mere mention of it. Yes, I'm supposed to talk about…..the pap smear. Oh, there it goes, I feel my balls reascending…..oohh.
But not obliging your blogging host is like offering your vegetarian friend a nice hot bowl of bak kut teh sprinkled with dried pork floss, shoving it down his throat and plugging his anus with a rubber bung just to make sure it stays inside long enough - it's just not right. So I shall oblige, but I'll just have you all know that I had to resit my gynaecology paper in medical school, and that brings back extremely haunting memories. Oh, there goes my balls again…ooohhh.
So as requested, I present to you my extremely unreliable guide to pap smears/cervical cancers in 5 dot points…
And that ends my 5 dot point unreliable guide to pap smears/cervical cancers. I'm confident of the facts but for further details, please lift that finger and google away, or lift that butt and visit your local doctor, who hopefully passed his gynaecology paper on the first try with flying rainbow colours.
Guess my time in the limelight has run out. Boo hoo. I think I deserve a damn lolly.




