Last week I hauled my bootie in for my annual GYN exam.
For me, going to the gynecologist rivals the joys in life I treasure such as root canal and unmedicated child birth. But I still trudge in year after year to do my womanly duties. And even in the face of everything that I handle on any given day, from juggling job and kids, to changing the world, I still get intimidated by a simple visit to the gynecologist.
Tell me that you didn't, at your last visit, follow the same pre-exam visit rituals that I engaged in. Buffing and shining every possible inch of your body that may be seen by the doctor. Okay maybe not buff and shine. We'll save that for the car. But, you know it's true.
The culmination of all of the waiting and worrying happened when I was told "to take everything off and tie the gown in the front...". Standing in the exam room, alone I began to undress. This is the part where I always hide my bra and underwear inside of my clothes. Whether it be tucked and folded up nicely underneath the pile of discarded clothes, or balled up. Why? Why do I do this? I am, for all intents and purposes, talking about a person who has been elbow deep in my hoo-ha. And yet I do this every stinkn' time. Why?
When all was said and done, the whole shabang took only a few minutes and it is now a distant memory until next year. I'm safe. I am all shiny and new. I can now pull my underwear out of my pant leg and go home. And while no one (including me) enjoys the spectulum, if your anything like me, you realize that it hurts alot less childbirth.
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