There are many things in life that we don’t really enjoy doing but they are still things that we need to do on occasion. For example, if you find yourself sitting in the dentist’s chair, it isn’t going to be the most pleasant time in the world. The same can be said for making a trip to the gynecologist. Is it something that women should do? Yes, but that doesn’t mean that they are going to enjoy it. In most cases, they will do what they can to prepare and then get it over with. That is what happened in this story, and it is sure to make you chuckle.
A visit to the gynecologist is never a pleasant experience I’m sure. As a man I can only equate it as being similar to having a prostate exam or maybe having a tooth filled.
Anyhow, this story about a visit to the gynecologist is fairly old now I’m sure, but it’s also hilarious, and some of you ladies reading this just might have had a similar experience, who knows. In any case, be prepared for a good laugh.
In Melbourne, Florida, one of the radio stations paid money ($100-500) for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This one won hands down:
I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist, when early one morning I received a call from his office. I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 am.
I had just packed everyone off to school and it was 8:45 already.
The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare.
As most women do, I’m sure, 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 dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in “that area” in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure I was presentable.
I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, put some clothes on, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when the gynecologist called me in.
Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from there.
I was a little surprised when he said, “My, we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” but I didn’t really understand what he meant and didn’t respond.
When the appointment was over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.
The rest of the day was fairly normal. I did some shopping, cleaning, prepared the evening meal, etc.
At 8:30 that evening, my 14 year old daughter was getting ready to go to a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, “Mom – where’s my washcloth?”
I called back for her to get another from the cabinet.
She called back down, “No! I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it!”