Health
I Hate Having A Male Gynecologist
Only women really know how women work.
I have to get a mammogram tomorrow. And since there’s breast cancer in my family, I will be ultra grumpy until it’s over.
At least 50% of the time there’s something questionable going on and I have to get an ultrasound too, and one time I had to get a biopsy, which is a story for another day.
A mammogram machine can best be described as a giant radioactive panini press for boobs.
Any test where the tech keeps asking, “How are you doing?” is bad.
My OB/GYN blackmails me by refusing to give me a mammogram requisition until I schedule my annual check up, which I hate. I don’t particularly like him, either.
I have a long, weird history with gynecologists.
My first gynecologist, who I really liked, got hit by a train.
My second gynecologist got sued by a patient who experienced horrible birth trauma (I’ll spare you the details). The lawsuit was, of course, in my courtroom. She lost in a big way, and even though I really liked her, I stopped going to her due to the awkwardness factor.
