Last weekend, I was out of town for work. Right now, I am out of town for work. Between these two trips, I was able to squeeze in a whole hour for myself yesterday. What sort of wacky shenanigans did I get into, you ask? Why, I did what any lady looking for a good time would do: I went to the gynecologist!
Like most women, I presume, I dread that yearly appointment. There’s absolutely nothing fun about it. At least when you go to the dentist, you leave with clean teeth, a new toothbrush, and if you’re lucky, mouthwash or floss or toothpaste!
At the gyn, though? Nothing! Except finding out what your true weight is…
Yesterday, though, I was pleasantly surprised. You see, they had cloth robes to wear. None of those backwards paper vests with the matching paper sheet. Oh, no! Real, cotton, soft robes! I was shocked! So shocked I discussed my shocked-ness with the nurse practitioner. And then I texted my mom about it (her doctor still has the paper shit.)
So, even though I may be out of town AGAIN, and even though I had to spend my one free hour sitting half naked in a cold room getting things jammed up you-know-where, at least I got to do it in the dignity of a paisley-printed cotton robe.
That would make me happy-ish too. Especially with how many times I’ve had to disrobe and wear paper these days.
I think I’m going to start flying out to SD to see your doc for my lady appointments…
Dude, that is SO awesome! I would just get freaked out that someone had worn the robe before me. Hopefully they wash them after each person. I mean, I’m sure they do … I’m just all paranoid like that!