The visit to the gynecologist

My friend was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.  Early one morning, she received a call from the doctor’s office to tell her that she had been rescheduled for that morning at 930AM.  She has only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already 845AM.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so she didn’t have time to spare.  As most women do she took a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time she wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.

She rushed upstairs, threw off her pyjamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave herself a quick wash in the vaginal area to make sure she was at least presentable.  She threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to her appointment.

She was in the waiting room for only a few minutes and then was called in.  Knowing the procedure, she hopped up on the examining table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that she was in Paris or in some other place a million miles while being examined.

She was a bit surprised when the doctor said, “My we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?”.  She was baffled but didn’t respond.

After the appointment, she heaved a sigh of relief and went home.  The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning and cooking. After school when her 6 years old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”

She told her to get another one from the cabinet.

Her daughter replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink.  It has all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it!”

NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT DOCTOR AGAIN….NEVER!

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