My first gynecologist visit was pleasant. If the definition of pleasant comprised a metal popsicle thrust into my fuzzy taco which then magnified into an arctic multi-pronged blunt trident brandished to spread apart said taco layers. This lamentable procedure repeats once a year. At least.
That said, I know nothing about the procedure, but through mental fabrications and visions of being awarded $100,000 to donate eggs from such an accomplished person as myself, I am seriously considering the operation!