The room was now crowded with THREE medical students, my doctor talking them through what he was doing, and a nurse guarding the door. I felt like they were watching MTV's "True Life: I'm Louise's Vagina".
The more time that passed, the more terrified I felt that this had, in fact, happened to me, that my body had been violated while under the care of a medical professional to whom I had entrusted my health and my overall well-being.
I promised to come over and bake her some cookies. I ended up staying for five hours to make her some food she could eat cold or reheat easily, tidy up her floors, get the dishes taken care of, and do a few other odds and ends.