There is nothing like visiting the gynecologist…nothing.  

Without getting into too much graphic detail I just have to say the the instruments they use are nothing less than something from a horror film.

The first time I went for an exam it was when I was pregnant with my first baby.  I followed the doctors directions and changed out of my clothes, and laid down underneath that paper weight “blanket”.  (Is that thing supposed to make you feel shielded?  I don’t know about that.)  and tried to imagine myself being somewhere else…the beach, the movies,..anything.  I rested my head back and gazed at the ceiling.  

Nothing shocked me more than when I saw Brad Pitt looking back at me from the poster.  I still don’t know quite how to feel about that..tacky?  Probably…did he pick the right guy?  Probably.

I was sent an email a few years back and still laugh at it every time I think about it.  I thought it would be a great way to laugh into this next very busy week!

 In Melbourne, Fl. one of the radio

stations paid money ($100-$500) for people

 to tell their most embarrassing stories.

This one netted the winner $300…..

I was due later in the week for an appointment

with the gynecologist when 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 pay a little

extra attention to 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 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 all women 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 getting ready for 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.”