I was supposed to see a female gynae about one vaginal polyp, seen during a smear. (I'd also had some bleeding.)
When I got there, was told that my doc was off sick. Man introduced himself as a consultant. He'd remove the polyp there and then, he said.
I emphasised that I'd never had children. Confirmed my age at the time - 62.
I was on my own at the appointment, having been widowed 2 yrs previously. I also emphasised that I'd been widowed after caring for my husband for some years, assuming that he'd draw the obvious conclusion about vaginal atrophy.
He stuck the ruddy scanner/wand/whatever up me and looked. "Oh. There are several."
Next thing, he's cutting with absolutely no pain relief. Excruciating. Finally: "I can't get the one on the cervix."
I was in a helluva state. Have never experienced the like - and I've had painful fractures, etc.
He left and the nurse gave me paper towels to clean myself up. Then she left. Blood all over my thighs, on the couch, puddle on the floor...
I heard another nurse outside speaking to my nurse: "Is she all right?"
I was in such a state of shock that I automatically cleaned up the blood on the couch and floor as well as on myself.
When the nurse came back: "I've been discussing this with my female colleagues, and we don't think it's right."
Drove myself home. Nearly had an accident at lights.
Took painkillers and went to bed. Hallucinated that my husband had come to check on me.
I was referred to have the rest of the polyps removed under GA. Some from the uterus, some from the vagina. No problem with that - good pain relief. However, my symptoms have reoccured. Have to go back for another examination next month. Shitting myself at the thought.
I have some diazepam left over from the script I got when my husband died.I'm going to take some before I go into the examination room.