I just got Husband and me a family doctor. I’ve been using the walk-in clinic for the past 3 years, but since they gave me a horrible referral, I decide to get me a REAL doctor. You know, someone who actually knows what’s going on with your body.
The referral was for a gyno apt.
No lubrication. Plastic speculum. And all the while he keeps asking me what my name is, and muttering, “Let’s see what your vagina feels like today!”.
He argued with me about whether or not I’d had children, refused to discuss non-hormonal methods of birth control and had me hold my own speculum while he retrieve some forgotten item…in another room…leaving the door wide open…overlooking the waiting room.
Going for my annual is traumatic enough, thank you so very much.