She feels up my right breast first. She says, "Oh, there's a small lump under the skin, but not in the breast on this side." I ask if it moves easily. She says yes but why. I explained that when I had the lump on my left breast checked out in September 2006, they said it was just a chunk of fat. So she feels for that lump and says she doesn't think it's fat. She asks if it's changed at all in the last three years [sic]. I say it hasn't, but truth be told, it's not bothered me so I haven't been religious about checking it.
She looks up my files from the last visit and it confirms what I've said, but she's still worried so she tells me she'd feel more comfortable if I had it checked again. I consent because, hell, I have insurance and I might as well have it checked. I have schedule the impending mammogram for 11 a.m. Aug. 4. I'm on the verge of tears because the last time I went through this I at least had RS go with me. Now, I'm doing it alone. And even if it's nothing, which she seems to think, it's still nerve wracking.
Then she inserts the duck pill spectrometer to see what pretty colors my vag can produce! Too bad it hurt so much I couldn't enjoy them. OK this is the ick part so click away if you didn't listen to me before!
She mumbles, "Did you just finish your period? There's old blood in here," (It echoes, of course.) I explain my period ended two weeks ago. Now I'm worried. Then she says, "Your cervix is really sensitive. It bled when I took the sample." Shit. She tells me I probably have some bacterial infection. I specifically ask if I have an STD, something I'm incredibly afraid of even though I'm super careful. No, just an infection.
She re-emerges and suggests I get the HPV vaccine. I'm pretty nervous about a fucking shot, but OK, fine, now that my poor cooch is complaining, I might as well inflict more pain! She tells me to get dressed and a nurse will come in to administer the shot. I wait and wait, trying not to freak out about the impending mammogram. The nurse comes in and gives me the shot. It hurt so fucking back. Not the needle, but the injection itself. I mean really, I would have thought some uber strong boy had punched me in the arm. She tells me I have to wait 10 minutes to make sure I don't pass out or something.
I call
requiem and lose it. I had an emotional breakdown in the room, right there. The nurse came back and found me sobbing. She was concerned, but I said I was OK. Any way, eventually I was able to leave, but I had to go to the lab and do more blood work! Oh boy another fucking needle.
The technician took three vials of blood. I jokingly asked how much she was taking. I politely told her I'd let her have as much as she wanted but I did need a bit for myself. She didn't find me so funny. Anyway, the lab results say my thyroid levels have gotten worse so I have a prescription to pick up tomorrow. I have to go back for more blood letting in six to eight weeks. le sigh.
I'm so sorry to hear you had such a trying day at the docs. No fun.
Keeping my fingers crossed on your promotion! You would be a good city editor