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 anytime 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 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.