15/03/2026
Apparently visiting ‘Kwak a dile dundee’ and ‘Dora the Explorer’ can be quite unnerving to most. Its definitely not fun, but its necessary.
Rest assured that glittering up the nether regions are not required (or preferred 🥴). Neither is any form of powder (thats linked to ovarian cancer BTW). You dont need to feel the need to apologize for missing your waxing appointment.
Wearing a dress or loose fitting skirt will allow you to ascend the throne less sc****ly clad.
Rest assured, nothing that you present will be a shock to the system. You are welcome to bring your mask/balaclava if it makes you more comfortable 🦹🏼🦸🏽♀️
Emotional support persons are welcome (but we draw the line at pets please 🐶)
Come as you are…
We listen and we dont judge. 🤰🏼🫄🏽🤰🏻
Nothing quite humbles a human being than a gynecologist appointment.
Not a SARS audit.
Not a surprise visit from the dominee
Not even stepping on a piece of Lego at 2 in the morning on your way to eat a secret midnight snack!!
Nooooo
Nope
Nopidie fuggen nope!
For those who have been following my health saga since last year, you will know that my body decided to audition for a medical drama.
Low iron.
Low vitamin D.
A delightful little 5 day stay in hospital thanks to colon sepsis otherwise known as severe diverticulitis..
(yes… my colon tried to murder me).
On the bright side, the ordeal scared the shid out of me and drove me straight into a healthier lifestyle. I lost some proper weight, started eating like a responsible adult, and now I am out here living la vida loca with my water bottle - almost like wellness influencer but one who occasionally swears and write derailed ramblings..
Except for one thing.
My iron.
THAT stubborn little fugger refuses to cooperate.
So after seven months of iron supplements that taste like I have been licking old spoons, and a weekly vitamin D, blood tests and more blood tests my doctor said these magical words...
We need to send you to the gyne...
It was almost as offenisve as a fart in an elevator.
But apparently, we must investigate who is stealing my blood..because my iron levels cant stay between the 11 & 15 mark..😆
A gynecologist appointment for me is a bit like a dentist appointment.
You dont WANT to go..
You delay it...
You pretend everything is fine...
But eventually your body says, Surprise you little fugger!
Today we deal with consequences...
So the morning of the appointment arrived and I find myself staring into the bathroom mirror wondering how exactly does one prepare for a… dora the explora appointment?
Do I bring flowers..
A coffee...
A magnifying glass...
Perhaps use a glitter washcloth so the hooha can arrive bedazzled like a sun city showgirl????
Like its been a few years...and this was no doubt going to be uncomfortable..
I mean imagine...
Welcome Doctor..
Todays performance is sponsored by selfrespect, mild panic and a s**t ton of glitter!
A gyne visit is one of the only moments in life where you voluntarily climb onto a chair that looks suspiciously like it was designed by men, shuffle yourself into a akward position with your bare bums onto a pillow and then politely make small talk about the weather while a professional stranger investigates areas normally reserved for marriage and emergency situations.
And the conversation is always so obviously fake casual.
So how have you been feeeeeling?
Nee, goed goed..dokter...niks.probleme nie...
But whatninwant to say..was ..Like listen up kwak-edile dundee..my knees are near my ears, my poepol kry koud van die aircon and I am staring at the ceiling tiles trying to read the serial number on the smoke detector for emotional stability...and to act cool..cause this is supposed to be normal mos...
But the truth hiding behind the awkwardness and the comedy is that these appointments matter.(no matter how old you are)
Fibroids, hormone changes, unexplained or excessive womenly things.., iron issues..
these things are not small.
They are part of taking care of the incredible, complicated machinery that is a woman’s body.
And while we might walk into that office feeling about as glamorous as a chicken on a chefs table, the reality is that those uncomfortable moments can protect our health, catch problems early, and sometimes explain mysteries our bodies have been whispering about for months or years..
SO yes.
The appointment is awkward.
The preparation is VERY questionable.
And the dignity... Well… that left the building the moment the ass exposing gown and extra large bottle of l**e made its appearance.
But if there is one thing I have learned through my hospital visits, vitamins, fibroid diagnosis and iron tablets that could double as building materials, it is this...our health is worth a little or even a lot of embarrassment.
The ride home was quiet..but I have options....and answers....
So don't wait 6 years...go book your appointment.
Ask the questions.
Let the professional do their dora the explora detective work.
And if you do decide to bedazzle the hooha with a glitter washcloth beforehand…
At least make sure it is biodegradable glitter.
We are trying to improve our health here, not blind the gynecologist.
Tjorts! 🍷
Derailed but Delightful
Share my stories...ASSEBLEIFIES tog 😆