Sent to me via email:I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early
one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I
had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed
everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip
to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As
most women do, 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 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 undressed, 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 6 year old 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. Ever.
thanks for sharing!
