It was not his greatest day when he told me that he wanted a word about the pessaries in my prescription and the fact that the leaflet in the Vagifem box says two pessaries only a week, he didn’t get the chance to say anything else, a red rag to a bull situation occurred.
I wasn’t rude in any way but I told him no, no, no that leaflet is out of date and I am tired of women having to justify themselves for what is required to control a nasty condition. I explained a gynaecologist prescribed my dose and that shouldn’t be questioned in any way.
This all taking place in front of other customers but as I explained to all and sundry that I didn’t care about what people heard me say, I will always fight for what women need and as I said this a woman patted me on the shoulder and said well done, the whole situation was surreal!
I said a lot more but in finishing I did say to him I am not getting at you but please don’t say this to any other woman about this medication as she should not have to justify herself and be left to continue her treatment without interference. He was silent most of the time but he did say he wouldn’t mention it again. As I left I think I will always remember the dear old man sitting in the corner waiting patiently to be served with an enormous smile on his face, bless him.
As I returned to the car park a woman about my age came running up to me and asked what is the name of the pessary I was talking about, it was a brief conversation but she explained to me about invasive procedures she has endured all with great embarrassment to her, resulting in her still peeing constantly and still in a lot of discomfort. I wrote down the name of the pessary and told her to make an appointment not with the GP but with the nurse practitioner as we both attend the same surgery and I know how amazing she is.
What happened to that once shrinking violet I once was, oh yes she aged disgracefully
