Oh no - you don’t get off that easy! Warts and all, I tells ya, warts and all.
There are treatments for that, you know!
::: goes off to locate a STD website to link to :::
Hmm, that could be it – she didn’t say anything about it, and I wasn’t worried, just a bit peeved. One PAP is bad enough, I’d really hate to go back for another. The reassurance is great, but I wish I could get it and skip the test.
She was pretty through, though, she sent me to get my left breast checked out and it turned out that all I had was some extra-dense tissue. Paranoia can be a good thing.
My gyno is male and he’s one of the great ones. He always warns me about what he’s going to do (it used to be, “the speculum is a little cold”. Now, it’s, “the speculum is a little warm.” )
The only time I’ve ever had a woman do my Pap was in college. She inserted the speculum, cranked it open, then turned to get the swab, turning the speculum with her. :eek: How could she not know that that was going to hurt?
Get off easy? I don’t even get out of prostate exams.
I guess it’s just the price up having the equipment upgraded.
Biggest surprise ever at the GYN:
I walked in to the examining room at my regular doctor’s office, and found what looked like a dentist’s chair instead of a regular table with stirrups. The nurse saw my reaction and said, quite proudly, that it was a brand new mechanized model they were trying out, it was supposed to be much more comfy. They’d just had it installed over the weekend, got a lesson from the company rep on Monday, and were trying it out for real that day.
And it was very comfy - nice padding, contoured leather chair, great headrest, two little footrests. Once I was gowned up, she came back in and had me sit in the chair. The doctor came in, did the question and answer part of the exam, then they started fiddling with the buttons.
The chair tilted just like a dentist’s chair would…and tilted…and tilted…until I was tilted so far backwards I started to slide off onto my head, hanging on to the armrests with my feet hooked into the stirrups for dear life! My stupid paper gown had slid up to my waist, and the nurse was trying to hold it against my legs for me. They couldn’t remember out how to lower the thing back to horizontal for the exam. We were all hysterical - it was just hilarious! I was laughing way too hard to be embarassed. Finally they decided to quit while they were ahead. The doctor left the room, the nurse helped me clamber off the stupid thing, and I got dressed and they moved me to another room for my exam.
Next year, of course, we were back to the good old table! But my doctor still brings up that exam every time I go in, and we always have a good laugh.
Maisy
Yikes! :eek:
After Ivygirl was born I had a D&C because the afterbirth wasn’t coming out in one big piece. I got a nice sedative and a ride to the ER, where I snoozed through the whole procedure.
I know we can be intimidated by doctors, but sometimes I think it’s okay to yell, “Stop! That hurts!”
(As, in fact, I did while Ivygirl was being born. Turned out the saddle block hadn’t completely kicked in, so they stopped and gave me another shot.)
I think I saw a similar technique used on an episode of All Creatures Great and Small.
Not a gyno story, but when I was 25, I found a lump in my breast. It turned out to be a cyst, nothing more, but I had to go through a battery of tests to be sure of that.
One of the tests was an ultrasound. The doctor who administered just had waves of hostility coming off him. It’s hard to describe in print, because it wasn’t anything he said, but his demeanor was like that (I assume) of Goebbels.
Later, I had to have fluid drawn from the breast. This involved several jabs with a needle. That doctor kept asking me if it hurt, and I kept truthfully answering no. After the third jab, she said, “I’m gonna have to do it again…Next time, you should say it hurts!” 
Still don’t know what she meant by that.
I must add my :eek: to the chorus, WhyNot. Ai yi yi.
I do not like going to the gyno at all. Specula (that’s right, isn’t it?) are evil. Feels like the thing’s going to spread you open like an unabridged dictionary. And mammograms? Well, I don’t have to have them yet, but the descriptions given don’t make me feel any too eager for them. Also my boss pronounces it “mammygram” and that makes me want to bang my head on the desk.
This is not true. All the female gynos are insensitive in my neck of the woods. They have this attitude, like “Suck it up.” My doc does just what I want, which is get it done, no chatting, no commiseration, no nothing. Just do what you have to do and get out of there! I’m not your friend. You are definitely not mine.
The only thing I hate is: “Slide down a little further. No, a little further. Yes, slide yourself down a little further.” until I’m almost in his lap. :eek:
I was surprised by the warm speculum too, and the heated KY. Together, it was like having hot coffee poured in my chooch or something. OUCH!! :mad: