You know what that means, right? Hello dildocam, my old friend...
To add insult to injury, the ultrasound was carried out beneath a poster with a photo of a giant baby smiling down on me, with the title "Watch me grow!" and smaller images below of the baby at different stages of pregnancy.
The tech asked me how many children I had (of course). I sometimes will respond "one pregnancy, no children," but this time I just said "no children."
She then asked me "are you sexually active?" -- and then sort of corrected herself and asked "have you been sexually active?"
?!! WTF?! Like, I've never had a baby, so I've never been sexually active -- is that what she was thinking?? Or, hey, you're 60, so your sex life must be over??
I've never been asked that question at an ultrasound, ever, and I'm *really* not sure what it had to do with what I was there for. Needless to say, I was not impressed.
I was even less impressed when the transvaginal portion of the scan turned out to be the most uncomfortable (even painful at times) that I've ever had. (And, as you know, if you've ever been through infertility treatment, you get to know the dildocam pretty well...!)
There were a couple of other (non-ALI-related) reasons why I wasn't impressed:
- The clinic was in the basement -- nobody around, and it felt kind of creepy walking down the hallways by myself. (Okay, not the clinic's fault, but...)
- It was all painted in shades of grey -- very dark and gloomy, with just one small basement window providing light from outside.
- The staff at the reception desk were all bickering and complaining among themselves in front of me. Very professional (not). (I was the only client in the waiting area, although several women left while I was sitting there, presumably after their own scans or X-rays were done.)
- They asked me if I'd had water. I hadn't -- because when I called to make the appointment, they told me not to eat OR drink anything for four hours before the appointment.
- It was about 100F in the examination room.
- The tech doing my scan asked me when my appointment was scheduled for -- I said "3:40." It was about 3:50-4 by then. (I arrived several minutes before my appointed time.) She grumbled that they'd allotted her 20 minutes for a 40 minute exam (which reinforced my belief that they screwed up somehow on the abdominal/pelvic thing).
- I explained to her that I was having gallstone issues, that I'd been having problems on & off for 20 years. Then I got a lecture from her about why I hadn't had my gallbladder out years ago -- "it's best to have it done when you're young" (!! -- do I really look that ancient??) -- and then I got to hear about her sister's operation and the complications she'd had (!!).
- When she was done, I got dressed and walked back down the hall to the reception area and exit. It was empty, the lights were off and it was dark!! (Not pitch dark, there was some light from the hall I'd just come down, but...!) I looked at the sign outside -- the office closed at 4 p.m. It was about 4:15 and there was just the u/s tech, me and one other guy there (sitting in an office with his jacket on, obviously ready to leave). I mean, couldn't you leave the lights on until the last person was leaving??
I booked at this clinic because dh is on jury duty and has the car (not that I'm much of a driver anyway...), and it's close enough to our condo building that I could easily walk there myself. But I won't go back there again unless I'm in a similar situation in the future. :p
(For tracking purposes: after this is published, I will have 4 more posts to go to reach 200 in 2021, and 9 more posts to reach 2,000 since I began blogging in October 2007! :) Hoping to reach those milestones before the end of December/2021!)