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Long story short, today I found out I had my period, it hurt like hell, as it always does, like as if I'd accidentally consumed something vicious and potent bent on executing its revenge, tearing down the walls of my stomach, clawing and chomping gleefully at everything in sight, probably squealing with enjoyment just imagining the pain it is causing. Bad thing is I had school today, and the pain was so unbearable, I left half way through the lecture.
When I reached home finally, I had doubts you know, I could have died on the train back, it was that painful! Excruciating, you have zero idea. My mom called and was surprised to find me at home, I told her I was going to die, and she took me seriously. Well, I am very serious when I tell people I'm going to die whenever I am having my period. I AM GOING TO DIE, it was that painful. So mom decided we couldn't put this off anymore, I had to go and see a gynecologist! I was embarrassed you know, very uncomfortable with that idea. Gynecologist simply translates to me having to spread my legs and let someone poke at my pubic area, not a very assuring thought naturally. But this time I didn't refused, I had already run out of excuses, she made the appointment with HER gynecologist, the very same that delivered me!
So we reached at 4pm, I felt like a fish out of the water, every other patient in the clinic must be over thirty years of age, and there I was, looking the part of a troubled pregnant teen in my large shirt, shorts, flip flops, hair tied back in a ponytail and face not masking my sullenness, seriously I was going to get my intimate parts flashed to two people at one time, you can hardly fault my bad temper. Anger was the best way to camouflage fear!! When I got my turn, I was first brought to a tiny room where the nurse asked me some questions. I had my weight taken first, oh lo and behold, this must be my favourite part of the day, I found out I weigh 48kg now instead of my hulking frame of all 55kg in JC. Ah that means I'm just 3kg in need of lossing before I achieved my desired ideal weight of 45kg (: so we started off with some really simple normal questions about my particulars and then the nurse got a bit fidgety, throw a few glances at my mom who was, so kind and waiting right at the door for me. Later the nurse asked if I would like my mom to leave because she was going to ask me some personal questions, I declined politely since I had no secrets from my mom, really, how could I? My mom never saw fit to allow me enough space or time to live my own life!! Still there is no resent lah, I love my mom and I know she wants the best for me. But the nurse was undeterred!! She looked surprised at my answer but asked again, "Are you sure??" it sounded almost like a plead to me, again I declined. So she shrugged her shoulders helplessly and proceed to the next question, this time she whispered in a low voice, "Are you sexually active?" hahahaha at the moment, it sounded so remote! Me? Sexually active? I'm Miss most likely to become spinster. Stifling a giggle, I replied, "no." at the same time wondering if that was a rhetorical question. A flash of doubt passed her face before she rephrased her question, only mouthing this time, "have you ever had sexual intercourse?" adding quickly "with your boyfriend maybe?" hahaha and there I was loss of words, a part of me indignant that this woman had to ask me the same question two times! Did she think I am a dishonest person! And pleased that she actually thought I looked exciting and wild enough to have boyfriends, and have sex with them!! hahahaha lingering with the warm from the latter thought, I smiled smoothly and replied, "no." Unwavering, she whispered, "you sure?? you can't lie in this form you know" Exasperated, I answered, "yes, it's really alright, I'm not lying." Then just to make sure for the fourth time, she asked, "That is to say you're a virgin? You're a virgin right?" This is such a dear woman! Laughing, I assured her again, "yes." After that she seemed pleased and the rest of the questions passed easily. I was called to wait outside again until it was my turn to see the doctor.
The next time, I went in and to my utter bewilderment, my mother's gynecologist is a male, a frigging male. Don't misunderstand me, I do like men but if I had to open my legs and let someone stare and poke around at my most intimate area, all in the name of medicine, I'd have been more comfortable if the person in question is a female!! I was so shock I must have stood at the door until my mom or the nurse, whoever, I couldn't tell, I was so frightened, pushed me in and sat me infront on the chair. The doctor was very kind and sympathetic, he asked many questions and tried to make small chat because it was easy to see that I was completely caught off guard and stricken. Then he finally dropped the bomb. He said he was going to have to examine me, after that everything came in a blur, I was lead to a corner, the curtains were drawn, the kind nurse look at me expectantly, prompt me to take down my shorts and well everything underneath, and lie on the bed! I had a blanket covering my lower half but as if it makes any difference! I know it was going to come off later!!! The doctor came in, examine my stomach area, I will admit that his touches are impersonal and very professional, wait I can't even tell, I've never been touched before like that or in a heat of passion!! So it shocked me!! But the doctor was really nice lah, he had these huge warm smooth hands and he said I had very toned muscles at my stomach area and asked if I do many sit ups. Hahaha he must have said that to many woman to calm them and I must say I felt less skirmish after that, hey the man just complimented me, it's hard to swat his hand away after that hahaha besides I'm ticklish, it already took all my effort not to laugh out in case he mistook my laughters as my enjoyment or invitation for more touching!! While I was concentrating so intently on battling with the ticklishness, he pulled my shirt up and cup his hands to my chest! Just like that! He did not even give a warning! He merely lifted my shirt and put his hand there like it was the most natural thing to do! I gaped like a fish out of the water, fixing my eyes on anywhere but HIM, while my mind whined and groaned "surely you could give a hint or ask permission". Ugh but with that already done, I decided I could at least count myself lucky that he had not make any snide remarks like "Where are your breasts?" and pretend to look around..pff ok but that wasn't bad enough was it, the final and worst part of the day... he had to go between my legs!!! Ha, I'm not easy for a fact, in fact I refused to spread my legs! I didn't know what I was thinking except how morally wrong it looked!! I was like butt naked to a bed, clamming my knees together while he cajole and promise to only take a minute. I was so depressed and mentally defeated, I blurted out, "uggggh couldn't you knock me over the head then proceed to do what you need when I'm not conscious...'' the nurse with us, gasped in horror, the doctor looked slightly stunned before he laughed and said that was not possibly, after awhile I relented, and opened my legs for what is the most painful experience in my life, the anal probe. I'm sure there is a medical term for it but whatever the dressing, it's still an anal probe! It hurt like a mutha! I thought I was going to die with his finger right up my ass, I decided I would never used the term "stuff *something* right up your arse" at anybody after that. It was friggggggin painful! I couldn't walk straight after that! I was going to cry and die! I couldn't look the doctor in the eye and was so glad he dismissed us awhile later!
That wasn't the end, I had to do this pelvic scan and before that my bladder had to be full. It was either full bladder or do your scan tmr, uggghh so there I was, still hurting and downing cups after cups of water. I must have drank enough to supply an entire desert, water to cultivate crops all year round. Later I had my scan done by this lovely lady. It took like 15mins but I didn't have to be bare assed, so it felt safe! I stared at the ceiling all the time, counting the dots on the patterned boards until they start to move and form pictures, then I realise I was going crazy so I shifted my attention to the situation. Only then I realised it must be difficult to hold such a job, carrying out pelvic scans, I had my shorts pulled really low while the lady run this thick stick around the area below my stomach. I put myself in her position and decided that I am such a wonderful patient. If I were her and I had a male patient who weren't so nice, who stared at me while I was carrying the scan on him, worse, stare, make unruly noise and even had the nerve to lick his lips suggestively, I am so going to stuff the stick up his ass and explain it was part of the procedure. But if he was really handsome, I'd make sure to lock the door and spend more time. Hahahah alright no. After awhile the scan was done and it was already closing to 6pm! So we spent half a bomb, and left with my painkillers and vitamin B! My painkillers must be made from magic mushrooms or something equally fantastic, I took one tablet and it took away the pain in a little more than 1 hour! I feel like I could do jumping jacks now!
When I reached home finally, I had doubts you know, I could have died on the train back, it was that painful! Excruciating, you have zero idea. My mom called and was surprised to find me at home, I told her I was going to die, and she took me seriously. Well, I am very serious when I tell people I'm going to die whenever I am having my period. I AM GOING TO DIE, it was that painful. So mom decided we couldn't put this off anymore, I had to go and see a gynecologist! I was embarrassed you know, very uncomfortable with that idea. Gynecologist simply translates to me having to spread my legs and let someone poke at my pubic area, not a very assuring thought naturally. But this time I didn't refused, I had already run out of excuses, she made the appointment with HER gynecologist, the very same that delivered me!
So we reached at 4pm, I felt like a fish out of the water, every other patient in the clinic must be over thirty years of age, and there I was, looking the part of a troubled pregnant teen in my large shirt, shorts, flip flops, hair tied back in a ponytail and face not masking my sullenness, seriously I was going to get my intimate parts flashed to two people at one time, you can hardly fault my bad temper. Anger was the best way to camouflage fear!! When I got my turn, I was first brought to a tiny room where the nurse asked me some questions. I had my weight taken first, oh lo and behold, this must be my favourite part of the day, I found out I weigh 48kg now instead of my hulking frame of all 55kg in JC. Ah that means I'm just 3kg in need of lossing before I achieved my desired ideal weight of 45kg (: so we started off with some really simple normal questions about my particulars and then the nurse got a bit fidgety, throw a few glances at my mom who was, so kind and waiting right at the door for me. Later the nurse asked if I would like my mom to leave because she was going to ask me some personal questions, I declined politely since I had no secrets from my mom, really, how could I? My mom never saw fit to allow me enough space or time to live my own life!! Still there is no resent lah, I love my mom and I know she wants the best for me. But the nurse was undeterred!! She looked surprised at my answer but asked again, "Are you sure??" it sounded almost like a plead to me, again I declined. So she shrugged her shoulders helplessly and proceed to the next question, this time she whispered in a low voice, "Are you sexually active?" hahahaha at the moment, it sounded so remote! Me? Sexually active? I'm Miss most likely to become spinster. Stifling a giggle, I replied, "no." at the same time wondering if that was a rhetorical question. A flash of doubt passed her face before she rephrased her question, only mouthing this time, "have you ever had sexual intercourse?" adding quickly "with your boyfriend maybe?" hahaha and there I was loss of words, a part of me indignant that this woman had to ask me the same question two times! Did she think I am a dishonest person! And pleased that she actually thought I looked exciting and wild enough to have boyfriends, and have sex with them!! hahahaha lingering with the warm from the latter thought, I smiled smoothly and replied, "no." Unwavering, she whispered, "you sure?? you can't lie in this form you know" Exasperated, I answered, "yes, it's really alright, I'm not lying." Then just to make sure for the fourth time, she asked, "That is to say you're a virgin? You're a virgin right?" This is such a dear woman! Laughing, I assured her again, "yes." After that she seemed pleased and the rest of the questions passed easily. I was called to wait outside again until it was my turn to see the doctor.
The next time, I went in and to my utter bewilderment, my mother's gynecologist is a male, a frigging male. Don't misunderstand me, I do like men but if I had to open my legs and let someone stare and poke around at my most intimate area, all in the name of medicine, I'd have been more comfortable if the person in question is a female!! I was so shock I must have stood at the door until my mom or the nurse, whoever, I couldn't tell, I was so frightened, pushed me in and sat me infront on the chair. The doctor was very kind and sympathetic, he asked many questions and tried to make small chat because it was easy to see that I was completely caught off guard and stricken. Then he finally dropped the bomb. He said he was going to have to examine me, after that everything came in a blur, I was lead to a corner, the curtains were drawn, the kind nurse look at me expectantly, prompt me to take down my shorts and well everything underneath, and lie on the bed! I had a blanket covering my lower half but as if it makes any difference! I know it was going to come off later!!! The doctor came in, examine my stomach area, I will admit that his touches are impersonal and very professional, wait I can't even tell, I've never been touched before like that or in a heat of passion!! So it shocked me!! But the doctor was really nice lah, he had these huge warm smooth hands and he said I had very toned muscles at my stomach area and asked if I do many sit ups. Hahaha he must have said that to many woman to calm them and I must say I felt less skirmish after that, hey the man just complimented me, it's hard to swat his hand away after that hahaha besides I'm ticklish, it already took all my effort not to laugh out in case he mistook my laughters as my enjoyment or invitation for more touching!! While I was concentrating so intently on battling with the ticklishness, he pulled my shirt up and cup his hands to my chest! Just like that! He did not even give a warning! He merely lifted my shirt and put his hand there like it was the most natural thing to do! I gaped like a fish out of the water, fixing my eyes on anywhere but HIM, while my mind whined and groaned "surely you could give a hint or ask permission". Ugh but with that already done, I decided I could at least count myself lucky that he had not make any snide remarks like "Where are your breasts?" and pretend to look around..pff ok but that wasn't bad enough was it, the final and worst part of the day... he had to go between my legs!!! Ha, I'm not easy for a fact, in fact I refused to spread my legs! I didn't know what I was thinking except how morally wrong it looked!! I was like butt naked to a bed, clamming my knees together while he cajole and promise to only take a minute. I was so depressed and mentally defeated, I blurted out, "uggggh couldn't you knock me over the head then proceed to do what you need when I'm not conscious...'' the nurse with us, gasped in horror, the doctor looked slightly stunned before he laughed and said that was not possibly, after awhile I relented, and opened my legs for what is the most painful experience in my life, the anal probe. I'm sure there is a medical term for it but whatever the dressing, it's still an anal probe! It hurt like a mutha! I thought I was going to die with his finger right up my ass, I decided I would never used the term "stuff *something* right up your arse" at anybody after that. It was friggggggin painful! I couldn't walk straight after that! I was going to cry and die! I couldn't look the doctor in the eye and was so glad he dismissed us awhile later!
That wasn't the end, I had to do this pelvic scan and before that my bladder had to be full. It was either full bladder or do your scan tmr, uggghh so there I was, still hurting and downing cups after cups of water. I must have drank enough to supply an entire desert, water to cultivate crops all year round. Later I had my scan done by this lovely lady. It took like 15mins but I didn't have to be bare assed, so it felt safe! I stared at the ceiling all the time, counting the dots on the patterned boards until they start to move and form pictures, then I realise I was going crazy so I shifted my attention to the situation. Only then I realised it must be difficult to hold such a job, carrying out pelvic scans, I had my shorts pulled really low while the lady run this thick stick around the area below my stomach. I put myself in her position and decided that I am such a wonderful patient. If I were her and I had a male patient who weren't so nice, who stared at me while I was carrying the scan on him, worse, stare, make unruly noise and even had the nerve to lick his lips suggestively, I am so going to stuff the stick up his ass and explain it was part of the procedure. But if he was really handsome, I'd make sure to lock the door and spend more time. Hahahah alright no. After awhile the scan was done and it was already closing to 6pm! So we spent half a bomb, and left with my painkillers and vitamin B! My painkillers must be made from magic mushrooms or something equally fantastic, I took one tablet and it took away the pain in a little more than 1 hour! I feel like I could do jumping jacks now!
