To read part 1 of this story, go HERE
I knew I didn’t really cry wolf, I knew something had happened that day. I’d occasionally still get really sharp pains on my right side, so I knew things probably weren’t right. And I knew at the time I should have gotten it checked out. But I didn’t…until a few weeks ago.I was recommended by my woman dr. to go get an ultrasound and check everything out. I got to sit in the waiting room with all these pregnant women who assumed I was too, with their men by their sides…staring at me like, “Wheres yours?” And I was like, “Oh you’re 8 months preggo? So am I and I haven’t gained a single pound and I don’t have a gigantic baby belly. bam! take that.”
Note: NYC preggo women wear 4 inch heels. what the….
Anyway, I quickly found this ultrasound was not the kind of ultrasound you use to see a baby. This was gonna be like a really bad woman Dr. appointment. I was gonna have to stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes while the technician invaded my personal space. Oh Ps. Putting a picture of clouds and other fluffy things on the ceiling does not make the experience ANY better! Who ever thought of that should be shot, SHOT!
note: It’s mans world, it really is.
After the worst exam ever in the history of exams, the ultrasound tech said, “Well, you can get dressed. The Dr. will be in, in a minute.” About 10 seconds later a man barges in without knocking. Before I could say, “WAIT” he put out his hand, “Hi, I’m Dr..Oh..sorry.” Everything would have been ok…had I been wearing pants. I know you’ve seen it all before, but to see these goods you need to get the all access pass from my husband who keeps that card hidden somewhere.
After he came back the second time, he knocked. He then started showing me pictures of my woman parts on the screen which is kinda awkward cause I’ve never even seen them and now he’s showing them to me. “See, these are your ovaries…blah blah blah.” Ps. ovaries are weird looking. He kept talking, really fast. Which made it hard to interrupt. I hate when that happens.
When I finally got a chance, I kept asking questions like, “Wait is that supposed to be there?” and “Is that normal?” He was obviously getting annoyed at all my questions and was probably running late on barging in on the next pants less victim in the next room over. He said,“These are cysts, on your ovaries. You-need-surgery-k-follow-up-with-your-regular-Dr.” in the most nonchalant way ever and trying to end the conversation right there. I asked, “Well what IS the cyst? Why do I need surgery.” To which, he responded in a seriously annoyed tone, “It’s a cyst! There’s no way of knowing what it is without exploratory surgery and it could be CANCER. We don’t know.” Whoa whoa whoa. Surgery? Exploratory? This is not some kind of Lewis and Clark expedition dude. And please don’t sugar coat the possibility of cancer and stop talking to me like you have ovaries. Ya know most Dr’s start off with, “Cancer is always a concern, but it’s probably not that. We just want to make sure.” He almost said it like he was happy about it. So at this point, I’m thinking, Oh yeah, I’m definitely blogging about this and putting your name in it, and having hubby work some SEO magic and have it come up when someone types in your name. So, Dr. David Fishman of Mt. Sinai Hospital in New York City. Don’t be so eager to tell your patient she has caner. It’s kind of frowned upon.
Then I followed up with my really nice woman Dr. and she was all, “Don’t listen to him.” and I was all, “I wasn’t going to anyway.”
So basically I have ovarian cysts most likely caused by endomitriosis. Turns out I wasn’t faking those cramps either, you mean high school gym teachers. Ps. I hate you. So, I don’t need surgery(at this point) and 6 years ago most likely an ovarian cyst burst or twisted causing really horrible pain that landed me in that ghetto hospital on 7th ave accused of being knocked up. No I wasn’t pregnant, just my insides were exploding in me. NBD.
Ps. This was my personal experience with Dr. Fishman. In the comment section below, there is a woman who had an entirely different experience than myself. Feel free to read what she thinks about him as well.