MamaPoot, I am so sorry for your pain. I brought an awful memory back.
When we were undergoing testing for infertility I had to have a
HSG test. Basically, reactive die is injected into your uterus and then xrayed to see what the die shows.
I had a very large septum in my uterus. Had the radiologist read the report from an earlier ultrasound, he would have known this. He had not read that report.
DH and I arrived for our appointment. We waited nearly 2 hours. I believe I was treated this way because I asked a couple of times when we would be seen. First they refuesed to have DH in the procedure. They said it was for xray concerns. LIE. ALL of my friends who had this procedure had their SOs in there.
When I got into the room, they had a tech and a trainee there. The way they had me lay, if the door was open, everyone in the hall could see my vagina/vulva. I complained about this, and was treated rather rudely by the trainer, who said that no one was out there anyway. It was freezing in there, and I asked for a blanket. Trainer said it's not that cold, trainee, who was so very kind and nice, brought me a blanket and a pillow, which was apprieciated as I again had to wait for the radiologist while lying on the very hard x-ray table. Finally he gets there. He gives me a bit of a lecture about needing to be patient for medical providers.
He inserts the ice cold speculum. Umm... I don't think this guy had been anywhere near a vagina in years, because he inserted the speclum rather painfully. He started the procedure. He inserted the sound into my uterus, and the pain began. He tried to insert the die, and I screamed and the sound slipped out. I had seen a heart shaped uterus on the screen, then the tech whipped the screen around. She also told me it did not hurt that bad, and that I should "be still." As there are no sturrips on xray tables, my feet were slipping all over the place.
At my request, because he had not gotten enough dye in to check my tubes, the procedure began again. Again awful pain. Basically he was jabbing the instruments and syringe into the septum. Had he read the report he would have known it was there. I again screamed, this time the pressure from him trying to inject dye into my deformed uterus shot the syringe out. I was crying, and tech again said, "that's what a contraction feels like, so hope you never go into labor" to someone who was there for infertility testing.
I could barely stand after that. Tech said I needed to hurry because they needed the room. I went to the bathroom to try to clean the blood and dye running from me with toilet paper. I needed a pad, and asked for one. Tech said that they don't have them and I should have been prepared. I was not on my period when the test occured. Trainee went and got me a panty liner from her locker and apologized that the liner was all she had. So I went home bleeding all over myself.
When I left, limping out, DH was shocked. He said I was pale and looked awful. He said I looked like I had just been tortured. He was right. I would have been so much happier if he had been there. He would have yelled at the tech for treating me that way.
I complained mightly to the midwife who was overseeing my care. I actually wrote a formal complaint to the clinic. Very shortly after that, I terminated my relationship with that clinic.
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