I need to share this medical nightmare with you. My wife is still traumatized. It all begins when her regularly scheduled gynecologist appointment is moved up to today or what was today.
Early one morning, as we are all preparing to go to school and work she tells me the gyno's office called and had to move her appt. to today. She agreed but had to rush to be there on time.
Right after packing us all off to work and school, as most women doI assume, she took a minute or two and put in a little extra effort over hygiene in the particular area due to the type of doctor, but this time she wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.
the rest is from her:
"I rushed to the bathroom threw off my clothes, wet the washcloth that was 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 in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was some other 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."
as the husband, I became startled when she was telling me this while a we're preparing supper.
About that timeour oldest daughter calls from the bathroom. “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?” I told her to get another one from the cupboard, as that one was used and now dirty.
She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”
I laughed until I hurt, and my wife says we have to move.