About a year ago, my wife came home a little concerned about something she felt down there. It happened right after a workout, so she thought maybe all that exercise had shifted things around. After a visit to her primary care doctor, we got the verdict: a prolapse. The doctor recommended strengthening exercises and even mentioned that a little, uh, physical activity could help nudge things back in place—don’t have to tell me twice!
But let’s be real—my wife isn’t exactly a fan of workouts, especially when it comes to pelvic exercises, and let’s just say her enthusiasm for bedroom cardio isn’t quite what it was when we first met. Fast forward to this past month, she started noticing it more and decided it was time for a specialist. So, off we went to the gynecologist.
There I was, holding her hand while she was half-naked on the exam table, thinking, Damn, I love this woman. After the check-up, the doctor sat us down and explained that her cervix had prolapsed. He laid out three options, one of which involved surgery to reinforce the vaginal wall—a procedure called sacrospinous fixation.
Then came the crucial part: recovery time. “Six weeks, no sex,” the doctor said. Naturally, I had to protest. “Six weeks is a long time, doc.”
My wife, ever the practical one, asked for details. The doctor explained that he’d cut and stitch things up to provide better support. And then, almost as an afterthought, he mentioned that this process would also tighten the vaginal wall.
And just like that, my horny middle-aged brain wasn't that much bothered with six weeks of no sex.
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