hmmm should this be in the women's health section? an oldie but worth a second airing...
supposedly true story from Canada. Picture this:
"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
there was a cancellation and the 9.30am appointment was available.
I took it.
I had only just packed everyone off to work and school and it was
already
around 8.45am. The trip to his surgery took about 35 minutes, so I
didn't
have any time 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 pyjamas, 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 kept 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 the other side of the room and pretended I was in Paris or some
other
such glamorous 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 etc.
After school, when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out
from
the bathroom,
"Mommy, where's the wash cloth?"
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied "No!!!!!"
She yelled, " I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
glitter and sparkles saved inside it".
supposedly true story from Canada. Picture this:
"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
there was a cancellation and the 9.30am appointment was available.
I took it.
I had only just packed everyone off to work and school and it was
already
around 8.45am. The trip to his surgery took about 35 minutes, so I
didn't
have any time 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 pyjamas, 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 kept 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 the other side of the room and pretended I was in Paris or some
other
such glamorous 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 etc.
After school, when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out
from
the bathroom,
"Mommy, where's the wash cloth?"
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied "No!!!!!"
She yelled, " I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
glitter and sparkles saved inside it".