Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Are The Words ‘No, Love, It’s Supposed To Look Like That’ So Hard Then..?

GPs should not refer women who are well but worried for female genital cosmetic surgery on the NHS, say experts.
Well, duh!

Specialists at a Central London teaching hospital say they received 30 such referrals, mainly from family doctors, over the past three years.

This included eight schoolgirls - one as young as 11 - the British Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology reports.

Experts say doctors need clear guidance on how best to care for women who mistakenly believe they need surgery.
Sorry, why? Don’t they do five years at medical school? How hard can it be?
The British Association of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons says medics need to determine whether a problem exists or whether an alternative solution may be preferable, but offers no advice on how to judge the problem, say the researchers from University College London's Women's Health Institute.
If it’s not an actual clinical problem, what sort of advice should you need?
They say it may be simpler to ban the procedure in the NHS altogether, leaving it to private practices.
Well, I’m all for this on cost grounds, actually, but then what about those who do have a real, clinical problem? Where do they go?

I mean, good grief, why is it so bloody hard for supposed ‘professionals’ to just do the damned job they are paid for?
Dr Sarah Creighton and colleagues believe the future demand for so-called "designer vagina" operations or labial reductions is potentially infinite and is driven by society's wider and growing desire for cosmetic surgery in general and changing expectations about what is a desirable appearance for women.
Yes, you can certainly blame the media and women’s magazines and fads started by the permatanned chavs of Essex and Cheshire for the desire for such surgery.

But you can’t blame the GPs’ reluctance to address those issues with their patients, and to send them for unnecessary and costly surgery on the NHS, on that.

Can you?


Man with Many Chins said...

"labial reductions"
WTF, why on earth would you want to change your flaps?

JuliaM said...

God only knows!

Leg-iron said...

If they whirr like aeroplane undercarriage doors when they open, then there's a problem.

Otherwise, there isn't.

Ed P said...

Unless there's a good medical reason, this whole group of operations should never be available at taxpayer's expense (i.e., what's known as "free on the NHS" by idiots).
It takes very little "research" (as all men with the internet know) to see & admire the wonderful range & variation of female genitalia.

LSP said...

Lord have mercy.

Michael J. McFadden said...

OK, I hope the webmeister doesn't mind my popping in and sharing something quite topical but a bit (well, more than a bit) frivolous. If so, feel free to kiss it bye-bye!



The Washcloth

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am.. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene
when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to
make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet
the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a
quick wash in 'that area' to make sure I was at least presentable. I
threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.
Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The
rest of the day was normal ... some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6-year-old daughter was playing, she called out
from the bathroom, 'Mommy, where's my washcloth?'

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'

Never going back to that doctor.



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