Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Not all fun and games.

Our vacation is not all fun and games. I get to go to the 'down there' doc tomorrow. Compared to the HSG of last year, this should be a piece of cake. Are you totally freaking out that I post about when I have my...ahem..womanly physical? Ha, ha! That's why I do it. I love to watch you squirm. Well, here's a public service announcement for ya. Every chick should get a Pap regularly. But you should all feel especially bad for me because I have mine done on vacation.

I know everybody and their mother has gotten this e-mail, but it's a classic.

I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologist when early one morning I received a call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already.

The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I’m sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in “that area” in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable.

I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the procedure, as I am sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he said:

“My…we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” but I didn’t respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening meal, etc.

At 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter was fixing to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, “Mom - where’s my washcloth?” I called back for her to get another from the cabinet.

She called back, “No - I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."


Natster said...

A lady at my work actually knew the Doctor that this story originates from. Crazy huh? He said it REALLY happened but that the lady accidently borrowed her daughters glitter spray when trying to find a "deoderizing" spray! Yikes! It still makes me laugh every time! How goes the crafting?

Casey said...

He he he! sometimes things are a bit slow to reach the great state of Utah, so no, I haven't read this email! wow! I wonder if the lady had to switch doctors after that to avoid further humiliation! Hope your appt. goes well, sparkles or not!

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