Had an unsuccessful trans-vaginal ultrasound appointment - unsuccessful in the sense that the radiographer said he couldn't continue and will rebook me with the hospital.
Now, I do have anxiety with these kind of appointments, and for the last smear and gynae exam I've been prescribed with diazepam which has allowed me to relax enough for the exams to proceed. Without being specific, I've told my GP that an incident in my past makes these kind of intimate exams difficult for me, and the GP has been very understanding. This is kind of why I can't tell whether my anxiety is clouding my feeling about this appointment or whether it was actually not quite right.
I've been having a lot of pelvic pain for about 18 months, had a clear smear and scan last year, but as the pain has got worse, I was sent for another scan.
At every gynae appointment I've ever had before - during pregnancy, miscarriage, routine tests etc., the procedure has been roughly the same. Female practician, carefully arranged to preserve modesty as far as possible, screen, locked door, blanket over naked lower half. Pretty much the whole exam takes place with your bits never being fully exposed. I've had a colonoscopy before and the doctor was discreet and lovely and the patient's comfort was paramount.
So I get a letter saying come to the clinic (in the supermarket!). Gynae appointments have been outsourced to a private company which has been set-up specifically to take an overflow of NHS patients. The clinic operates in the evenings out of office hours, so great from a convenience point of view.
I turn up for the appointment, and am called within 5 minutes. All good and efficient so far. The exam room is very small. The light is bright and glaring. There is a corner desk with a male radiographer (a very obviously post-retirement gentleman) sitting at it which was a bit of a shock. Both the chaperone (female) and the radiographer sense my shock and ask if I mind being examined by a man. Erm, I do actually, but as I'm more concerned with finding out what's wrong with me I say it's okay. I've always been informed before if there's likely to be a male examiner and given the choice to wait for a female one - even at the GPs. They explain that the clinic only have one male radiographer, so it's not possible to offer patients a choice.
Then they pull a screen back, and behind it is a very short exam couch with stirrups attached to the end. As the room is so small, the end of the couch - basically where my arse would be - faces the door (which faces the waiting room!), and the chair where the radiographer is sitting. About 2 inches from his face. He specifically said that my bum should be hanging slightly off the end.
Every other exam I've ever had, the bed has been against a wall, with a blanket or sheet for covering up, and the radiographer sits to one side in front of the ultrasound machine and gently inserts the probe, expertly with no need even to look what they're doing.
I have a massive problem with stirrups. I have a massive problem with my entire rear end being exposed with legs akimbo with my bum hole 2 inches from someone's nose. Facing the door. With the lights on. Not so much Fanny by Gaslight as Fanny by Floodlight! I've had so many gynae exams during my life, and not one of them, EVER, has required to me to be so completely exposed and so close to someone's face.
I explained that I didn't feel comfortable being so exposed and that my sciatica would make being in stirrups very difficult (this was at least true), so the radiographer agreed to take them off and I could just lie on the bed, feet together knees apart just like a smear test. He inserted the probe and the test seemed to be going just like all the other ones I'd had, when he just suddenly stopped and said he couldn't do it this way and that I'd have to rebook with the hospital. He explained that some radiographers do it the way I'm used to, and some do it his way. I seriously feel for any other girl or woman who does it 'his way' as I feel it's so intrusive and unnecessary.
I just can't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Is my perspective completely skewed by my anxiety and experience, or was this exam a throw-back to the pre-enlightened days of female medicine?