You probably won't remember me telling you this. And then I was in the recovery room, nauseated and unbelievably groggy. I lay on the sofa watching movies, gushing blood onto a pad. Eventually, of course, the bleeding stopped. And even the six weeks of no actual sex turned out to be not such a bad thing after all.
Restrictions breed creativity.
When I did finally have sex again, it took a few times before it felt normal or natural. I was uncomfortably focused on what might be going on internally, so that sex felt a bit, in the beginning, like another invasive medical procedure. But that, too, passed. And so far, the virus has not returned. On my last visit to my doctor, I asked him if he thought people should be more concerned about HPV, particularly since so many men might be carrying it without their knowledge.