I was massively depressed and suicidal when my mind started coming back. My late mother always spotted, especially in times of stress. At the moment, she's writing her first autobiography and mustering up the courage to go skydiving. When I get home I take a shower and throw away my underwear and clothes I was wearing that day. I have asked to be sedated, refused! Please breath, relax, and live your life. I got a clean bill of health, and my new doctor quieted my anxiety about gynecologists everywhere.
Treatment of autonomic dysreflexia, when it occurs, requires immediate cessation of the exam, repositioning the patient in a more upright posture, loosening clothing, bladder catheterization to remove urine, checking for fecal impaction using lidocaine jelly, and short-acting antihypertensives, such as nitrates, if hypertension is severe and does not resolve promptly.
I would have hugged her before she left if it wasn't for the whole naked -- and "doctor-patient" professionalism -- thing. Lubrication of the vaginal introitus and speculum does not affect Papanicolaou smears. They seem to be doing everything they can to slow down progress, and disguise it as concern for our welfare, when all they really care about is feeding the system that keeps their research funds rolling in. And it is like a crack in a dam, very tiny and the water starts rushing through and then the whole thing dissolves. Keep shouting, Allison — I intend to! My health has suffered because if the attack. I have an advanced degree in the physical sciences; I have studied enough chemistry, biology, and statistics that I know how to work my way through research data.