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September 24, 2006
Mental block
Nothing like looking at a 20" TV screen with a closeup of your own ass. Even better, nothing like looking at a 20" TV screen with a closeup of your own butt with a mixed audience. The only way it could have been more traumatic/comical, the TV could have had a picture-in-picture of the expressions on my face. Some people would probably be thrilled. I wasn't thrilled at all.
Primetime ass was due to atypical cells from my physical last month. What are atypical cells? Well, they just aren't typical, darn it. They told me this over the phone while I was in CA on vacation. Could be pre-cancerous, could be cancerous, could be HPV, could just be atypical. We have to go in for an inspection, first available in September.
Something like this preoccupies my mind, to say the least. Everything takes on a different shade of significance, adding a melodramatic tinge to all of my thinking. I can't write on the blog beforehand, as I'm terrified. I couldn't write anything else afterward, as everything else seemed really trivial. Hysterical laughing wanting to bubble up, John Wayne busy shoving it back down.
So there I am last week, awkwardly positioned to receive a camera and other pieces of equipment. The doctor is still talking to me during the procedure. How's school? Fine. Loving it. Tell Lisa about this school. Well, Lisa, my school is yadda, yadda, yadda. The whole time, I can see the inside of my own body. I'm waiting for a little man to appear somewhere deep inside, screaming in a very crazy way. The doctor checks out some samples, declares that I don't have HPV, I don't have cancer, I don't have pre-cancerous cells, at least for now. What do I have? Well, atypical cells. Apparently I'll continue to be monitored every six months to make sure that they remain, like me, atypical. How typical.
Posted by G at September 24, 2006 11:13 AM
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Your convo w/ the doc while you were, uhh, receiving, reminded me of a convo w/ me 'n' my friend on the phone.
Friend: "What's goin-" *holds breath 'n' exhales out out loud* "down tonight?"
Me: "Me 'n' Darnell are 'bout to head out to that one function tonight."
Friend: "Oh reeeeeaaa-" *holds breath 'n' exhales out again* "-ly?"
Me: "Dawg, are you on the shitter?"
Friend: "Yeah."
Me: *hangs up*
Posted by: Doug at September 24, 2006 12:27 PM
wow, that can be scary, sorry for your worry... HPV? I did not realize it could show as atypical cells in men, but makes sense... 'they' thought I had HPV (most people do, correct?) a couple years ago when I was having arthritc symptoms, with no arthritis... weird stuff that I should probably know more about... (will you be selling this video on ebay?)
Posted by: tay hota at September 24, 2006 03:05 PM
Bless, you had your own Katie Couric moment. When's it gonna be on YouTube?
Posted by: bob at September 24, 2006 06:18 PM
(hug) That was a lot to be walking around with but happily the outcome is good. And will continue to be good every time they look at those atypical cells.
And, darling, much as we all adore you - don't sell that video. It's too ... cinéma verité. Now, if you ever find yourself in, oh say a sequal to "Palm Pilots" or a remake of "Very Popular Mechanics", sign me up for the DVD!!
Posted by: Jim (The Canuck One) at September 24, 2006 08:07 PM
Why do doctors and dentists feel it is time to talk when drilling deep into your insides? I'm guessing next time you'll bring an iPod and a book.
Posted by: copperred at September 25, 2006 11:00 AM
Awkwardly positioned? I am betting you are very familiar with the position, Mr. Man.
Glad to hear everything turned out fine. Atypical, but fine.
Posted by: Foxy at September 25, 2006 12:22 PM
Geez! At least when they probed my ass on a monitor, they knocked me out with Demerol. Then, bought me dinner!!!
Posted by: Greg at September 25, 2006 12:51 PM
Hey, some people pay big money for that type of moment.
Posted by: GayProf at September 25, 2006 02:05 PM
Adds a whole new dimension to the phrase, "I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille" doesn't it?
Posted by: palochi at September 25, 2006 03:43 PM
Yeah...see, I just would not have been able to watch that. Back when I was a professional singer, I had my otolaryngologist take pictures of my vocal cords and a short video tape, so that we would have a reference point for any potential future conditions: we could go back and say, "Here's what's changed with the cords." I know it sounds pretty tame, but I am seriously squeamish. Have you ever seen your vocal cords in action? It's like some kind of alien vulva or something, it's really scary. At least it was to me. So I had my hands over my eyes while they're saying to me, 'Okay, cough lightly...okay, sing me an [i] vowel...sing me an [o] vowel," etc. I sent one of the "stills" to my mother and she told me at first she thought I had sent her something obscene.
My doctor probably thought I was crazy, which would have been a correct diagnosis.
Posted by: Andy at September 25, 2006 04:30 PM
Well, I didn't get any body parts televised, but last Fall I got a pap smear with an ASCUS result -- Atypical Squamous Cells of Undetermined Significance. (I remember the acronym by thinking, "ASCUS about your pap smear!") The 6-month follow-up was ok, but I think I'm still on watch. Let's hope that all our atypical cells stay safely atypical.
Posted by: Cohort 6 Fellow at September 25, 2006 05:52 PM
when allen first told me about this post, he said you were being test for atypical cells, and i asked if it was from something you ate when derrick wasn't home. glad you got good news.
Posted by: kel at September 25, 2006 08:18 PM
doctors shmoctors. i have some growths on the inside of my ears and after two biopsies they still tell me the cells are "of unknown origin." um excuse me, i think i am the very well known origin of those cells. well, not that well known. nevermind...i'm glad you are well, handsome!
Posted by: jiminy at September 25, 2006 10:35 PM
Glad to hear everything turned out OK. I had to have one of thoe exams a few years ago. Quite uncomfortable, and it made me wonder how some doctors decided that this is what they wanted to specialize in, examining the rear entry point of other people.
Posted by: George at September 26, 2006 12:05 PM
Let's talk math for a second. Considering HOW MANY CELLS THERE ARE, the likelihood of them all being typical is, well, low. You're gonna have some atypicality. Stay hydrated and don't freak out about it. I'm glad the results were if not a cheerful "no big deal!" at least a "nothing horrible!" *smooch*
Oh, and they talk to you at dumb times to "distract" you. They think they're clever. They really don't get a lot of psych training.
Posted by: goblinbox at September 26, 2006 07:44 PM
Glad you're atypical.
Posted by: durban bud at September 27, 2006 01:15 PM
I'm glad that your cells turned out to be merely "atypical". It just goes to prove that everyone is special. I'm sure that the sight of you undergoing that experience was a rather fetching image, too! ;-)
Posted by: Thom at September 28, 2006 04:45 PM
I'll trade you the video version for pics of my duodenum. I know, I know: Duodenum?; you don't even know 'em.
Eat lots of tomatoes and blueberries.
Posted by: charles at September 29, 2006 08:18 AM