#gyno check

[journeytotheunderground]

Vag Dr. #myhates

I’m going to the vag dr. today. There is nothing I hate more than having an unwarranted person inside my vagina. I’ve had only but a few experiences with the vag Dr. due to my torrid phobia. I have this fear that there are only two kinds of vag dr.s. Ones who enjoy it and ones who don’t, I’m going to talk about both. 

Type one vag dr. (in my mind) is a creepy seventy year old man who refused to retire due to his fondness of looking at vaginas. He has plaques all over his wall for best vag dr. in what ever region he is from. In dinner conversation he always finds away to creep out his guest with tales of his vag conquests, pointing out the small intricacies of each individual vagina. He has numerous books on how to gently treat the vagina (medical of course) and an art gallery of open flowers on his walls. I often avoid type one at all costs, by picking any other female Dr. However, type two is what I have had the most experience with. Type two is the vag dr. who just wanted to be apart of the miracle of life. 

Type two may seem like a harmless female, wants to bring babies into the world, etc., but she is not. In fact, type two vag dr. might be worse than the first but, being that I am a Lesbian, I cant afford to bother with vag dr. type one. Anyway, vag dr. type two is a young female fresh out of med school who really wanted to just deliver babies, yet realized after she was in to deep (no pun intended) that she absolutely hated the vagina. The worst part of her job (which also happens to be the most common) is putting a woman’s legs up in holsters while using metal tools to pry it wide open. The only time vag dr. type two feels comfortable doing this part of the job is when the female patient is pregnant and has her adoring husband standing at her side. Why is this more comfortable? Because in this situation type two vag dr is the unsuspecting hero, gently holding the vagina of the woman about to bring new life into the world. Since I am not the woman with an adoring husband, a lesbian, and not about to bring a new life into the world, my exam is usually as follows:

I sit in the chair uncomfortably, legs locked while positioned upright, waiting patiently for my medical torture. She enters the room, sighs deeply looking to get through this process as soon as possible. Without  much warning she jams a pointy metal apparatus up my poor tense vagina, looks around, takes a sample, and tells me to come back next year. Really, is there anything more horrifying? 

[shroudedwillow]

As I sit here in my car, unable to get out to go inside my house, I think about all of the decisions that I’ve made concerning my health and how proactive I have always been with everything.. I tested positive for the genetic mutation BRCA2 almost 7 years ago now- I didn’t wait and immediately began researching and learning and eventually made the decision to have the mastectomy and reconstruction surgery afterwards. I have not buried my head in the sand, so to speak, as to the concerns and issues surrounding the breast cancer aspect.. but with the ovarian and cervical I did because that was never a concern to any of the oncology doctors until I was in my 40-50s. So as I sit here worried and panicked over having to painstakingly await results from a test for the next week or so, even if the spot that was found is nothing and not a huge deal like my anxiety is making it, I urge my other female followers and their female friends to keep up on regular gyno appointments and don’t wait years before going back just to be on the safer, less anxious, side of life❤️

[creamedkupcake]

I have been training for my new position for about 3 weeks now. On Monday and today I was training with a clinician that has a terrible bedside manner and can be condescending to me and patients.

Well, today honey, one patient wasn't having it and ripped her a new asshole about how rude, condescending, and treating her with little compassion and care. I enjoyed that shit way too much!

So during the argument, in the exam room while the patient was expressing her feeling and putting her clothes back on, my preceptor turned to me and asked me was she rude to her....like bitch, don't bring me in your situation cause the whole time in my head agreeing with the patient.

Now, the preceptor has to be in her late 50s or early 60s, with a thick Russian accent, and dismissive demeanor. In the field we work in, and where we work, it is not beneficial, especially with educating patients, to be this way. It makes our job harder.

I treat patients with respect and handle with care, not because of a rating or review I might get on a medical website, but because it makes me feel good to see them leave with a smile on their face from a good visit and with education about whatever they came in for. People can have traumatic experiences from doctor visits that stay with them. I have when I was a teenager and it motivated me to become a medical provider that does not make patients feel the horrible way I felt .

Some mf's could care less and are just there for a paycheck...which is unfortunate.