Post by BAD KITTY on Jun 6, 2008 9:19:32 GMT -5
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 that I had been rescheduled
for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed
everyone off to work and school, and it was already
around 8:45am.
The trip to his office 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 pajamas,
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 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 at the other side of the
room and pretended that I was in Paris or 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.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief
and went home. The rest of the day was normal Some
shopping, cleaning, cooking.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was
playing, she called out from the
bathroom, "Mommy,
where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one
from the cupboard.
She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by
the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved
inside it."
later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the
doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled
for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed
everyone off to work and school, and it was already
around 8:45am.
The trip to his office 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 pajamas,
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 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 at the other side of the
room and pretended that I was in Paris or 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.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief
and went home. The rest of the day was normal Some
shopping, cleaning, cooking.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was
playing, she called out from the
bathroom, "Mommy,
where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one
from the cupboard.
She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by
the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved
inside it."