So, has anyone else waded into the wild, weird world of “Franciscan OBGYN”? I mean, I walked into this clinic that felt straight out of a Renaissance fair—there were more candles and stained glass than you’d expect in a modern exam room. Apparently, they mix a little divine inspiration with your pelvic exam. Is it supposed to be a miracle cure for all my gyn woes, or am I just overthinking the fact that my cervix might now be eligible for sainthood? Share your stories of holy hysteria in healthcare—because if praying for a normal Pap smear is the new normal, I might need to start dusting off my own confession booth!