ok, it wasn't a snow shovel, it was a speculum, i'll have to take Doc's word for it.
thing is, i've an "irritation" (as they so blandly put it) and i felt like she was sawing me in two. this was yesterday 1pm my time.. and now it's 5am my time. and i'm not getting over it, and i'm gonna need EMDR (costs a fortune!).
doc gave me a sterilized pad because she "may have cut" me. that of course is my fault, since I "was so eager to get rid of" her.
now, for that kind of exam, shouldn't doc know how to work the stirrups? she culdn't get them up so she left them level with the table and my legs were straight out instead of up. and i asked her, and she said, yes the stirrups should go up but she doesn't know how.
well i she noticed that before i got undressed, why did she ask somebody? this is a clinic.
this doc is stuck with me, doesn't want 'psychiatric' patients.
i don't know why i'm writing this, or what i want you to say to me. i just can't stay alone with it any more.
oh yeah, guess what else - when she strapped the blood pressure cuff on me, the fire alarm went off. was that a fair reading of my bp?
anyway, i'm distraught and i could stand to hear from a friendly face, if there's anybody out ther.