Alright folks, let’s get real about something messy. After my colposcopy last Tuesday, the doctor rattled off some instructions faster than I could process. One thing stuck in my head though – sex was off the table for a bit. But how long? They just kinda mumbled “until you feel healed.” Seriously? That ain’t helpful.
The Panic Sets In
Got home, belly achin’ from the procedure, feeling super tender down there. Husband gives me that look. You know the one. I panic. “No way, Jose!” I tell him. But honestly? I had zero clue when “way” might be.
I hit the internet hard. Big mistake. One page screamed “wait 6 weeks!” like it was gospel. Another forum chick said she was back at it after like, 3 days. My brain started doing backflips. This is supposed to be the female body? Feels like figuring out rocket science sometimes.
Playing Doctor Roulette
Tried calling the clinic Thursday. Nurse line puts me on hold forever. When this tired-sounding lady finally picked up, I practically yelled, “How long?!” She sighs. “We generally recommend 7 to 10 days for basic healing, minimum. Listen to your body, honey.” Okay, a number! Sorta. But “listen to your body” – my body mostly screamed “ouch” at that point.
So, I started checking. Like, really checking. Every bathroom trip turned into a mini-investigation. Spotting? Still light pink Friday morning. Saturday? Finally just brownish stuff, no fresh red. Felt less like I got kicked below the belt too. Sunday, I woke up and nothing hurt just sitting there. Progress!
The Big Test (Kinda)
Monday night, 6 days post-colp, I felt restless. Like, really restless. The deep ache was gone. Still tender if I pressed? Yeah. But no more stabbing pains. Husband saw me fidgeting. “So…?” he asks, hopeful.
Alright, time for a science experiment. Carefully. I mean, super carefully. No wild times here. Think slow motion. Gentle as a feather landing. We kept it incredibly easy, basically just… connecting. Stopped instantly if anything felt weird.
And honestly? It was… fine. Felt a tiny bit of pressure, zero pain. Afterwards? Checked again. No new bleeding, no new cramps. Whew.
The Totally Not-Expert Advice
Look, I’m not a doc. This was my mess, my body figuring things out. Here’s what that weird week taught me:
- Forget the online garbage. The ranges are insane. Ignore Dr. Google on this one.
- Bug your actual doctor/nurse for a ballpark. Make ’em give you a number, even if it’s vague like mine was (7-10 days). Gives you a starting point.
- Your body ain’t subtle. Pain? Fresh spotting? Sharp anything? That’s a hard STOP signal. Don’t be a hero.
- Honestly? Waiting sucks. 7 days felt like an eternity. But forcing it earlier? Risky business. Better a long week than a nasty setback.
- When you do start? Dial everything down to level 0.5. Seriously. Gentle isn’t gentle enough. Pretend it’s brand new territory.
- Check after! Just like I did. Make sure nothing angry flared up.
Me? Feeling pretty good by day 7. Took it super slow. Worked out okay. But hey, my timeline ain’t yours. You bleed like crazy day 5? Back off! Still sore sitting? Cool your jets! Don’t rush it.
Yeah, timing this stuff is awkward and frustrating. Feels like walking blindfolded. Get your doc’s baseline, stare hard at your own signals, and for Pete’s sake, ease back into things like you’re handling dynamite. Good luck out there.
