Trip to the gynecologist
Posted Mon Sep 23, 2013 09:22 PM
So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least 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 for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”
Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.
Posted Tue Sep 24, 2013 12:01 AM
Posted Wed Sep 25, 2013 09:21 PM
This post has been edited by spud14: Wed Sep 25, 2013 09:21 PM
Posted Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:47 PM
Truth or fiction ?
Posted Sat Sep 28, 2013 07:03 AM