I screamed the entire time, and remember every single thing the doctor said and did. I couldn’t even say stop because I had an endoscopy contraption in my mouth. When the torture finally stops, I cannot stop crying hysterically. In the recovery room, I beg for my dad to come in. He asks to see the doctor, and he tells her why didn’t she stop when I began screaming. She lied to our face and said I was asleep the whole time. I said why do I remember every single detail and told her