My Body Is Not My Own

I often feel like I've already donated my body to science.  There are times when I'm poked and prodded several times a day. If it's not a needle being inserted into an arm, a butt cheek or my stomach.. it's a camera or some other foreign object being inserted into me. I have a friend that calls me her little pin cushion.  I definitely feel like one! When I'm not being poked and prodded by a doctor.. I'm being violated by an esthetician that's preparing my body to be half way decent when it's on display!  Seriously.. it's a vicious cycle.

During the transfer I felt like I should have been passing out cheese and crackers to the party that was going on down there.  How many people really need to be invited to this event?  Are all of these people really neccessary?  And what's up with the "small talk"?  Is that for my benefit.. because you could have fooled me!  I especially love the off the cuff remarks from the doctors.. "You have a short cervix".. "You're cervix has a strange curve to it".  How do you respond to that?  Uhhh.. thanks?!  You can't be shy or modest going through all of this.  If you are, you better quickly get over it! 

I want my body back.. because I no longer feel like it's my own!!