Visiting the Gynecologist
Nothing like sitting naked under a flimsy paper gown and being reminded that a) you aren't having any sex ("I don't need any birth control at this time, no.") and b) you need to lose 10% of your body weight each year until you reach your ideal body weight ("Um, how long will that be? That involves math. I don't like math.")
Thank goodness I have the day off to recover. Or wallow. Haven't decided which yet.
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I love that pic.
Bring your own gown?
Oh the joy of having a perfect stranger shove cold instruments up your hoo-ha.
It's almost as good as having your ta-tas smooshed for a mamogram!
Oh how I feel your pain. I've seen more of my OB/Gyn this year than I have all the other years combined. And technically speaking, he's seen more of me.
Just keep reminding yourself that at least you get a long weekend out of it.
I love that cartoon!
I hate going for those tests, but unfortunately, it's a necessary evil. I find thinking about naughty things makes the instrument-insertion part a lot easier.
Hope everything is as it should be, Sizz.
If you haven't already, get ice cream now. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Get ice cream.
I swear, they should sell it right there in the office.
... or maybe outside the office would be better.
I can't even imagine...
I think pap smears are fun!
Totally. kidding. But now you reminded me... it's about time I make that appointment. Gak.
I haven't been to a gynecologist in it seems like forever. I guess that's because it HAS BEEN forever.
I must say, though, it doesn't sound like fun.
Hope you're having a nice weekend.
It helps if your gyno is a hottie :)
or at least is a little oriental sweetie pie. hehe
strange, i went for a grab and grope friday too! i'm so old now, she wants to do a mammogram. oh, the horror....
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