I'm sorry doc, but no, I do not want to tell you about my summer plans while you're examining my breasts. And no, I do not want to talk about graduation while you're poking and prodding down there. Can we just have a few quiet moments? Thanks.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I woke up this morning dreading the fact that I had to go to my annual girl appointment. So, when I got there and was told that my doctor was out of the office and that I would have a male doc I've never met, I was not thrilled. But I smiled and sat (though my gut wanted to RUN). I figured I'd give him the benefit of the doubt--maybe he's hot (is that bad?) and normal, and it will be fine. Just as I settled into this thought, in walks Grandpa Alexander talking to me like I was 8. LET ME OUT OF HERE! Oh well, he does this all the time, knows what he's doing--it'll be fine.
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girl appointments suck no matter what. let's just put that out there. that doesn't mean you should skip. on a side note- i felt similar to the way you did when i met Dr Norfleet (the guy who delivered us) for the first time... very weird....
(shorm)
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