When I was pregnant with my first kid I went to the doctor for my first visit. As I was laying down on the table with my legs in the stirrups my doctor asked me if my husband was out in the waiting room. I told him he was. He told me hold on a second. He goes out of the room, legs still in the stirrups, walks back in with my husband. Shows him a picture of what a "normal" cervix looks like. Sticks the speculum in and told him, look here, that is what a pregnant cervix looks like. My husband starts sliding down the wall. The doctor had to smack him in the face then he told him to sit down and put his head between his legs. LOL.
He has also fainted when he has had to give blood. He got hit in the forehead just above the right eye by a starter for a gokart and drove himself home while gushing blood. Went to the hospital and got stitches, didn't even flinch. Why some things make him faint and not others is a mystery.
Hubby was allowed to watch as the doctor chopped up my face in 3 cancer operations. They asked me if I myself wanted to see what they had done before sewing my face back on. Like an idiot I was curious and he handed me a mirror, unbelievable, really shook me up. Doc told Hubby it would take 18 months to get back to looking like I had before,
Some doctors do odd things, I still have problems even looking in the mirror as I look nothing like I did last year. However, Hubby now has an understanding why I tend to stay home way too much and don't socialise as in the past. People I have know for 20 years have a hard time recognizing me when I run into them. Meeting strangers is no problem, it is running into family that does a double take.
No Woman Doctor would ever have allowed any of that to happen, I to this day think that Doctor was [sniffing white out ] to even have allowed Hubby to be there in the first place. Then to allow me to see the chunks taken from my face before sewing me up with black thread so I looked like Frankenstein is out rage's.
I cannot blame the doctor however, he as a man most likely was use to males that could grow a beard to cover damage.
Some of these male doctors do go nuts you know, they deal every day with female vanity that is more important then living. A 2 centermeter scar will cause terror to them.
Who knows why he did this but some good has come of it. While I wait 18 months for complete healing and I know I will never look the same, this weird experience ignited the dark humor in me and convinced me I should have held out for a Female doctor.
All is not lost, there are quite a few Muslims moving into the area. They have shops to buy half burkas, just head and face covering. There has to be humor in all situations to survive and this is my biggest challenge yet in life.
