My second visit to the ob/gyn consisted of a vaginal ultrasound (they take a stick about 1 foot long, rub it with gel, and stick it up your vagina). This was not uncomfortable and no pain results. In return, you get to see the inside of your uterus and cyst structures (if you have any) on your ovaries.
Then he did a sonohysterogram. I’m not sure how other doctors do it but my doctor (which 90% of the women say looks like Gregory House on House M.D. the TV series) did the most painful sonohysterogram ever. He took a metal tub, about the size of the refills of your ball point pens and stuck it inside. The first time he stuck it inside, he was trying to find my tube. This hurts like crazy like he was stabbing away. Then he took it out and said “whoops, there’s a problem, the tub we used is too thick, we need to get the thinner one.”
Are you kidding?
Wouldn’t it occur to you to start with a thin one first? Why would anyone use a thick one? So the second one they brought in, although not as crazy painful, was still painful. Finally with some moving around, he got it inside my tube and then I heard “oh, we have another hold back.” I was thinking “EXCUSE ME??!!?!?” The doctor says, “The balloon on the stick is not inflating so we can’t see the cavity. We’ll have to get another stick.”
So then the third one came, I almost fainted. To tell you the truth, I have an extremely high pain tolerance and I think normal women would have already fainted. I was holding my own hands and although I’m not even religious, I was praying to God to please let this be the last time the man does this to me or else I’m going to scream! The nurses next to me looked horrified at the situation.
Does my doctor suck or I have bad luck? I’m not sure.
Third time’s the charm. He got it in, the balloon inflated, I felt pain and some bloated feeling, they took their pictures, got it out and done with it! But I still wasn’t feeling great. It may be the trauma or the shock but I was still fainty. The nurse handed me a pad and said I may drip down there for a day. I wanted to ask “why” but she left before I could say anything. I gathered myself for a little while, sat there in disbelief of what I just went through. My vagina was aching and I was tired. I started to stand up and found that I could barely walk.
I stood up, walked to the front counter only to find the reception desk lady talking on the phone with her friend, laughing and “wasting time.” I waved at her and she said “hold on a minute maam.” I waited for like 5 minutes and she went ahead and helped someone at the other side of the desk. I think she did it on purpose. What the heck? Did this woman know what I had just been through? I would yell if I had the energy.
She finally came to help me after 10 minutes. I paid my co-pay and then walked another 5 minutes to grab a cab. Got home and slept for 2 hours. Pretty traumatizing experience but I bet I was a rare case right? Any ladies out there have this procedure?