Humility in Stirups
This ones for you Becka because as life dictates; if you talk about it, it WILL happen.
I was visiting with Becka Monday afternoon and we were discussing my hesitation of gynecological issues with my family Doctor. I love my family Doctor. He's a typical country Doctor; always available, very caring and attentive. My entire family see's him and loves him too. Only one problem with country Doctors. You know them a little too well. You go to church together, sit together at the community roast beef night, cheer your kids on together at hockey practice, ride the annual Christmas float in the parade together etc.
Call me ridiculous but I cannot show my vagina to the man who buys me coffee at our kids Saturday morning hockey practice . It's way too close to being a date. Throw in the fact that his lovely wife , whom I also adore happens to be the head nurse and the creepy factor jumps way high. This was in the past.
As luck would have it ( I personally think God loves fucking with me) I had some pretty intense pelvic pain Monday night. By Tuesday morning I could barely move and was convinced I was either having an ectopic pregnancy or a kidney infection.
* Becka - Freaking wierd huh?? Considering...
I called my Doctor and got in ASAP. After desciribing my symptoms and him feeling my belly, he says just a sec..and promptly leaves. In walks the nurse ( his wife) with the PAP Kit. Oh no....not the kit, please not the kit. This is my nightmare right here. My face must have gone white because the nurse asks me what wrong. My eyes scan over the PAP kit and I plead with her; Can't we please just do an x-ray or something? She scowls at me and proceeds to tell me that every X-ray we get increases our chances of certain cancers. She throws me a paper sheet, tells me to undress from the waist down and says. "Cancer OR humiity? Suck it up buttercup!"
Nobody freak. Looks like an irritated cervix. More tests pending. Scott is walking around like a peacock. Give me a break. Could be the soap I use. - Laughs-
I was visiting with Becka Monday afternoon and we were discussing my hesitation of gynecological issues with my family Doctor. I love my family Doctor. He's a typical country Doctor; always available, very caring and attentive. My entire family see's him and loves him too. Only one problem with country Doctors. You know them a little too well. You go to church together, sit together at the community roast beef night, cheer your kids on together at hockey practice, ride the annual Christmas float in the parade together etc.
Call me ridiculous but I cannot show my vagina to the man who buys me coffee at our kids Saturday morning hockey practice . It's way too close to being a date. Throw in the fact that his lovely wife , whom I also adore happens to be the head nurse and the creepy factor jumps way high. This was in the past.
As luck would have it ( I personally think God loves fucking with me) I had some pretty intense pelvic pain Monday night. By Tuesday morning I could barely move and was convinced I was either having an ectopic pregnancy or a kidney infection.
* Becka - Freaking wierd huh?? Considering...
I called my Doctor and got in ASAP. After desciribing my symptoms and him feeling my belly, he says just a sec..and promptly leaves. In walks the nurse ( his wife) with the PAP Kit. Oh no....not the kit, please not the kit. This is my nightmare right here. My face must have gone white because the nurse asks me what wrong. My eyes scan over the PAP kit and I plead with her; Can't we please just do an x-ray or something? She scowls at me and proceeds to tell me that every X-ray we get increases our chances of certain cancers. She throws me a paper sheet, tells me to undress from the waist down and says. "Cancer OR humiity? Suck it up buttercup!"
Nobody freak. Looks like an irritated cervix. More tests pending. Scott is walking around like a peacock. Give me a break. Could be the soap I use. - Laughs-
posted by Sandi at 9:50 AM
1 Comments:
You use soap on your cervix? Pffft, I'm not buying that one.
Tell Scott from me he deserves a strut.
(after all, us men have to start sticking together)
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