This kinda reminds me of the time I was getting some special attention "down there" after a couple of suspicious paps.
"now," the Gyn started, " we COULD do a couple of biopsies right now, but you haven't gotten any sedative, and we couldn't give you any, as you drove yourself."
Me: "Just do the biopsies, I don't want to come back. I'll tell you if I can't take it."
So there I am, feet hanging in the stirrups, doing my modified LaMaze breathing, focusing, the Gyn and her assistant busily working, the discomfort increasing as they worked . .
And my cell phone rang.
The assistant glanced up at a me, eyes wide.
"It's my husband," I said, "would you hand me the phone?"
Dh (in frustrated tone): "Youngest ds lost his lunch box, and we've tromped all over the school looking for it, and I'm late picking up oldest ds, I need you to go pick him up, and we'll meet you at home."
Me: "I can't."
Dh: "Where are you??"
"At the OB/Gyn, I had an appointment." (discomfort increasing)
"Oh. What are you doing?"
"Well, my feet are up in the stirrups and I'm getting a biopsy." (discomfort escalating)
Dh: "Oh. I'll pick up oldest and we'll meet you at home."
By this time the bx was done, and the Gyn and her asst were giggling as I tried to apologize for the interruption.
"Oh," the Gyn smiled. "No problem. He distracted you enough that we were able to finish. But it IS the only time I've ever had someone talk on the phone during an exam!"