** Warning, if you’re a guy and tend to not like to hear about “girl” issues, stop reading now.
So I go into the doctor today for what I assume will be a normal check-up – you know the drill, weight, blood pressure, anything new, the general questions. Boy howdy, I was WRONG.
After the weigh in (always pleasant), I follow the nurse into the exam room. As I’m looking around while she’s taking my blood pressure, I notice a gown on the table and the “girly exam” tools on the counter. Uh-oh, not prepared for that one. I must have had the deer-in-headlights look because she looks at me and says, “I’m not sure if he’ll want to do the pelvic exam today or not, but I wanted to be ready for it incase he did.” Well, isn’t that just great – the nurse gets to be prepared for the pelvic exam, but not me.
Ok, now I realize the doc is quite familiar with my nether-regions, being as how he delivered my kid 10 1/2 months ago, but really, I’m still not comfortable with my legs being in stirrups – AT ALL. I’m the type of person that needs to mentall prepare for this – and more than mentally prepare, I prefer to be physically prepared as well. I realize that all of this has nothing to do with my doctor and everything to do with my neurotic self, but really, I like to be prepared. Today, I was not – and I was not thrilled about it. Of course it was over before I could really register what was going on, but still, next time folks, I would like a little bit of notice.
And next time, I promise to leave the doctor details to myself, but I was just a bit peeved today and felt the need to vent. So blogging world, there you have it.