I had frequent bladder infections as a kid, and they continued again when I was around 30. Went to a urologist then. I went through two different cystoscopies: both done as an outpatient at that time. First time, I totally undressed and put an open to the back gown on, had an IV put in and walked to the OR. Nurses had me lie down on the surgical table and slide to a particular spot on there. They untied my gown in the back and just covered me with it, covered the top of me with the green surgical drapes, and attached knee/leg rests on the sides of the table. One nurse on each side lifted my legs onto the knee rests, adjusting them outward to where they should be and then putting the drapes around my legs. That left one uncovered part of me. Yep. Hey, is there a draft in here? One of the nurses went to work between my legs with the orange betadine stuff, and a young man gave me a little sedation to relax me. More drapes (still a little drafty), and now there are at least four or five medical people there, and the doc makes six. He asks me how I'm doing and takes a seat at the end of the table between my legs. I can feel gloved fingers and there are conversations going on but I am just whoozy enough not to get much of it. The doc is telling me they are going to fill my bladder with air and when it is too much I should just bear down. It starts to actually hurt and I bear down as much as I can. More conversations and something colder and harder goes in me. He's starting the scope procedure now, Jen, a nurse tells me. I can feel more hard metal, but in my urethra this time. Sounds, I guess, which was a little uncomfortable but didn't hurt. Now a cystoscope. I could feel movement and a hand on the outside of my abdomen. Doc was looking through an eye piece and others at a screen. Low voices and a rustling of paper, then a sharp, quick pain from my lower belly. Biopsies, I guess. Someone asking me if I'm doing okay. The young guy must've turned up the juice a little because now I was in and out. A few more pinches but less pain, more pressure. I'm awake, kind of, the doctor is gone, another nurse is back at the end of the table, wiping me with something, and before I know it, I am in Recovery with a couple of the nurses. Lots of scar tissue I am told before I leave. Doc did some scraping or something and I am bleeding a little but it should subside in a day or so. Peeing stings like a son of a gun at first, but as promised, it gets better each day. So much for my first cystoscopy!