I had a follow-up sonogram for a cyst issue last year. I had written about it in a journal so I have the details. Normally I wouldn’t post about health issues on the internet but this was too funny to pass up. This really happened.
I went to my gynecologist office for a sonogram. I follow the technician into the dark room as she asked me if my bladder was full. “No one told me I needed a full bladder for this procedure. I just went to the bathroom.” She looked at me and said, “Yes, you’re right. I think I should do a vaginal sono like you suggested.” What? When did I suggest that? I simply said my bladder wasn’t full.
She then hands me the dreaded naked dress of paper and a lovely paper blanket”. That’s right men folk, women get to be naked in front of stranger in a beautiful paper gown! I undress quickly and walk out with the paper blanket wrapped around me. I laid down while she pulled out The Wand of Plenty. What is The Wand of Plenty you may ask yourself. Let me show you.
Then the lovely technician lubed The Wand of Plenty up and shoved that sucker in. I said ”Well…this is usually more fun. In general, I like having a little more foreplay. You should let her know for next time.” She laughed. Then I said, “The last time I had such an intimate relationship with The Wand of Plenty I was having a baby.”
She looked at me and her mouth opened. I knew then and there I had said too much. She had that look in her eye. The look I call full confessional mode. I wanted to reach out and take my words back. I just made myself completely relatable. Crap!
With her hand on The Wand of Plenty, moving it around, she starts confessional time:
1. She wants another baby.
2. Her husband doesn’t.
3. Her husband travels a lot.
4. The ages of her kids.
5. Her baby brother died.
6. Her husband was 1 of 4 children.
7. The lining of my uterus looked good.
8. Her husband thought that there were too many siblings growing up.
9. She was always lonely.
10. She has 3 sisters-in-law.
11. She doesn’t like her sister-in-laws.
12. The younger one wants to be her best friend.
13. She is too different from his family.
14. She has one boy and girl.
15. My ovaries are clean
She added much more about her personal life. I just can’t list or remember it all.
I wonder what a man would do if someone was probing him, then decided to chat with him in this way. I can picture it now.

Yes please. It would be a pleasure to hear how your kid pooped in the potty and did the potty dance.


This technician: you said she’s “lovely”, she’s lonely, and her husband travels a lot. Happen to have her number? LOL, just kidding. I don’t want to end up like that guy in the last picture – which is OBVIOUSLY photoshopped; if it was real, he’d be crying and holding the sheet in clenched fists. And that image on the monitor! Yuck! I used to love spelunking, and now that’s ruined forever. Thanks, Becca.
I’ve never been probed internally like that, but I have been on the table getting a sonogram of my scrotum performed. I don’t recall any small talk– and considering the area of my anatomy being examined, I wouldn’t have appreciated any “small” talk either.
Becca:
Next time–Tell her you at least want to be bought dinner first. Hehehe…
Yah. I see how people like to tell you things hahaha! I’ve experienced this myself once or twice.
I once went to my Doctor for one and she had an intern who clearly had no bedside manner, just went right ahead. When she was done I sat up and said “just to let you know, when someone sticks something up there, I prefer at the very least a “hello, my name is…” first. Really, we should write a sonogram etiquette book!
“Her husband was 1 of 4 children” –> Hahhaha.
It was that funny too. I was trying not to laugh.
I say next time, you slap a Clitoris Prime Transformer sticker on that thing and then just give her the crazy smile.
That should shut her up.
Now that would be a fun expression to see. She would be shocked. Love it!
I haven’t really encountered this at gyno appts (thank goodness)- how awkward!
I did get a chatty dental hygienist at my appointment last week. Seriously, I have no idea why she asked me questions when she had the tartar scraper, spit sucker and her hands all shoved inside my mouth. Nice lady, but until I learn sign language, it’d be best to keep the chatter to a minimum.
P.S. I thought I subscribed, but I’m not getting your posts in my email. I just enter my email address and click ‘subscribe’, right? I’ll try it again…
Never mind about the subscription question. Got it figured out…for some reason WordPress put you in a “Pending” folder. That’s a new one for me. Sorry
Ohhh strange.
I think you may be my long lost sister. I get everyone’s life story (unsolicited mind you) everywhere I go. It’s almost like reverse Tourette’s
Love the story!
Ha you have to read http://ladyornot.com/?p=251 This Becca-ism…Emotional tampons. I am a cross a walking confessional and this Becca-ism.
HAHAHA!! Love it!! Been there! Heard that! I mean, come on, boo hoo about your life, it’s my 3 minutes of time here, can we talk about me please.
Right? Well I mean, lets talk about me if you’re probing my vagina. It seems fair.
Becca – you are too hilarious! Been reading your posts and LOLing. Thanks for stopping by my neck of the woods on my blog. Definitely need to read more here!
Oh I am so glad you’re laughing. I appreciate you reading.