by Murph E.
When Sex Seems Impossible
This semester, I’m taking a course called “Human Sexuality and its Problems.” On the first day of the course, the professor told us that every year, the term paper is a critique of a pop sexology book. The prof intentionally didn’t tell us beforehand whether the book was good or bad—it was our job to do some research and write a paper arguing one way or the other.
This year, the paper was a critique of When Sex Seems Impossible: Stories of vaginismus and how you can achieve intimacy by Dr Peter Pacik. It’s all about how Dr Pacik treats a sexual pain condition called “vaginismus” with vaginal botox injections.
The paper was due a couple weeks ago, and on Tuesday morning Dr Pacik came to visit McGill and speak to my psych class. Of course, I was in the front row, and I asked the question, “Why haven’t you done any randomised controlled trials of your proposed treatment?”
As it stands, it’s still something of an open question as to whether his treatment would be any better than a placebo procedure.
He responded by jokingly giving me an honorary medical degree and asking what I would do if I were in his position. He even had me stand up in front of the lecture theatre and explain my proposed plan.
If I knew it was so easy to become a doctor, I wouldn’t have bothered with the MCAT or applying to medical school. After the class, I told Pickles that I’m a doctor, and she had me diagnose something. So I picked someone and diagnosed her as diabetic. I later changed my diagnosis to “crazy,” and decided to prescribe insulin laced with anti-psychotics.
I think it goes without saying that I’m the best doctor ever.
