There is going to be a theme on many of my blog posts - horrifying, hysterical hospital and/or doctor stories.
I have the most ABSURD luck when it comes to healthcare.
What's that? You don't believe me? Well, sit back and let's start to unpack my bold claim, shall we?
(Oh, and if you are easily embarrassed you might want to come back later - I have no shame. Seriously. The main character of this story is my hoo-ha.)
Some background: I have had three major surgeries, a bajillion diagnostic tests, a parade of odd diagnoses, etc. Nothing serious, just a lot of annoyances.
One of said diagnostic tests involved putting a camera in the artery (vein? I honestly don't know which one) at my groin and pushing it down my leg to look at something. Again, I don't really know what they were actually doing. I really need to start reading consent forms more closely...
What I DO know is that there is nothing quite as embarrassing as being 16 years old and contemplating the idea of a herd of people crowding around your crotch with a giant knife and a video camera. Thus, on the day of the procedure I was a LEETLE nervous.
::twinkly memory music:: (please feel free to imagine me staring vacantly into space)
I'm laying in the uncomfortable bed waiting, clutching the sheet up under my chin, and a nurse walks in and tells me she's here to help me get ready.
Oh, good. I need someone to hold my hand and make sure I feel ready for this. Phew.
Huh. I wonder what's that in her hand. It kind of looks like the razor my mom uses to cut my dad's hair, but ten times bigger.
Why is she grabbing my sheet? HEY, I WAS CLUTCHING THAT.
I'm paralyzed by horror. She yanks up my paper gown and asks me to lift my leg out of the way.
... out of the way of what? Oh. My. Gosh. She's shaving me like a poodle. What is happening? How did I end up here? Is this really in her job description?
I'm laying on the bed with my leg hiked up and the nurse is preparing the surgical site by removing the hair, standard procedure. EXCEPT THAT THE SURGICAL AREA IS MY LADY BITS.
Maybe if I don't move this isn't actually happening. Life doesn't get worse than this. I have no where to go but up.
Oh hey, it's my doctor. And a herd of medical students. Huh. I was wrong. This is worse.
I can't move. I don't even blink. No one is paying attention to me, which is unfortunate because I'm dying. Of humiliation.
The nurse looks at me, holding the world's largest razor and says in front of an audience of ten adult men, "would you like me to do the other side?"