My tech was fine, the ultrasound tech was fine, it was the radiologist who had the bedside manner of a mortician.
I was back in for a rescan bec they found 'something' on my left side. So, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I might be a little nervous. They do the mammogram, not good enough. Do a long ultrasound, still not good enough. Tell me radiologist wants to come in and do an ultrasound herself bec 'something's not right'. Okay, now I'm a lot nervous. As anyone might imagine, let alone someone in the biz.
Radiologist comes in, doesn't look me in the eye, doesn't introduce herself, talks to me over her shoulder while she's washing her hands, and then without so much as a "Nice to meet you" starts to really pound on my **** with the ultrasound. Ultrasound tech suggest she put more gel on the wand, radiologist says, 'No. It's fine."
ACTUALLY! It's hurting a lot bec you're SCRAPING MY SKIN OFF so can you use some freaking gel?
For twenty minutes she proceeds to pound on me never uttering anything other than these ominous grunting sounds. "Uhhh.... Umm.. Gum.....Grunt.... Huh....Whassat?" By now I am convinced that I am going to die of breast cancer, I'm sweating, and starting to feel a little nauseous bec of the way she's acting. Keep in mind, that I am usually so calm in crisis situations that many people have thought that I am a cold fish, so for me to start sweating and getting nauseous is an EVENT.
Then she gets done, walks back over to the sink, washes her hands, says, "You're fine. You just have dense tissue." And LEAVES.
I complained to my regular doctor about her. My regular doctor was just shocked bec she said that the radiologist is known for her great bedside manner. My doctor agreed with me that anyone would have been upset at the treatment and further wondered, "Geez, what would it have been like if the patient was someone who isn't a calm person like you, someone who had a family history of breast cancer, or who'd had something difficult in their life at the time?" No kidding.
And my **** hurt for 2 weeks after that. I'm supposed to go back in 6 months for a followup which is right before a trip to Europe and I'm not going bec I don't want to have a sore chest while I'm on vacation.