when someone says, "oh, it's mildly uncomfortable....at most." RUN

i had a biopsy yesterday.  i asked about them from a friend that i knew had one.  she had a REALLY bad experience with hers.  The lady yelled at her (then in her 20s) for being an irresponsible human, and then proceeded to perform the biopsy on her.  She felt, at the time that she was telling me this, that the lady was just pissed, and therefore gave her a more painful one. 

i am here to inform you, that no...that is not what happened. 

going to a gyn is really stressful for me...at best.  you are opening yourself up to be all sorts of "out there" and then asking someone to inflict pain on you. 

i was being a big girl, so i asked the doctor meekly, "is this going to hurt?"  to which she replied, very flippantly, "oh, I'VE had one and to tell you the truth, i didn't even find it mildly uncomfortable.".  i should have run then, but i didn't because i figured i'd have to get this done regardless.  so, i stayed.  it sucked.  then it sucked more, but i can't say that it sucked more than when they "lost" one of their tools for 10 minutes and i was stuck there, waiting for them to find it....telling the stuffed teddy bear that was being kneeded in my hands, to F*&K himself.  the aide couldn't find it so after the first 8 minutes, the doctor told her to bring the book with the pictures in it so that she could show her what she was looking for.  it was after that the real fun began.  now, i'm not here to scare anyone else off from getting one.  there are things that you can do to make this experience MUCH better and if you need to know what they are, we'll talk then. 

for any male readers that i have out there, i've likened the scraping feeling to being kicked in the balls (i don't know what this feels like, but my friend and i both described it this way) and the actual biopsy was as if she took some low grade tweezers (i don't know what low grade tweezers are but assume they are bad) and pulled my insides out with them, til something just came off.  then have 4 more. 

afterwards, i couldn't seem to get it together.  i was trying, mind you.  sitting up was not working for me...i kept passing out.  i finally had them go get my mom, because i figured while i was dealing with myself, she could give it to them if they started pulling their crap.  the doc tried making me schedule an appt for a procedure when she didn't even know what is wrong with me.  my mom let her have it.  it was awesome. 

that being said...i know that whatever comes from this, i can deal with.  what i couldn't deal with, is another one of those, done that way.  i'm very optimistic that the next doctor that i'm going to (oh yes, i'm going somewhere else after i get my results) will be very good and will treat a patient like a patient. 

i'm off to run the Turkey Trot!