I'm talking about my MD visit this morning.
(For all my male readers, don't worry, it wasn't a gyno visit. So, I won't start describing the voluntary probing of my vajayjay or some other strange interpretation of the poor, mutilated word vagina. Say it with me girls, VAGINA.)
Anyway, nothing particularly different about this trip. My triglycerides were a little high, which means I need to cut down on the pasta intake (dang!). But there was one little thing different about this trip. First, I have often wondered why in the world the doctor bothers to leave while I undress... I mean, you're going to see me practically naked anyway... but, it used to be that this particularly wonderful doctor's office had these comfy little cotton gowns that open in the front. Not necessarily flattering on my petite frame, because they are huge gowns, but comfortingly soft nonetheless.
Behold, she pulled out a dreaded PAPER GOWN. Ugh. I hate these things. They are uncomfortable as all get out, and entirely too long. With all the awkwardness of the size and material, it was inevitable that I would tear the dang thing - twice in fact. My shame is already gone from being forced to wait in a freakin' cold room for an hour to see the doctor and then being forced to sit on what, normally, would be a very comfortable leather exam table, but that they have made entirely uncomfortable by layering a large piece of banner art paper over it. I really felt it would have been much easier to skip the niceties of the gown and just sit there butt naked. The doctor practically pulls the thing off you anyway listening to your heart and giving a breast exam.
Note to Self: Just had to... wait for it... get that off my chest! Haha, right...
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Necessary Evil
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VAGINA! (I was saying it with you even though technically we weren't typing at the same time...)
For what it's worth, that paper gown is prolly more eco-friendly. :)
Hey, thanks for the props in the blogroll! :D
Eeesh. Hate the paper gowns. I also hate the waiting. You wait an hour in the waiting room, then 20 minutes in the inner sanctum in your special gown. Waiting sucks.
I once had a basic post pregnancy follow up gyno appointment, and the doctor decided a vaginal (VAGINAL. Does that count?)exam was in order. He handed me the gown and said he'd be right back.
I KNEW it would take him another 20 freakin' minutes and I was out of patience. A nurse was already in the room with us anyway, so I dropped my drawers on the spot and said, "Just get on with it. I'm not that shy."
Sheesh--he'd been in there up to his elbows a week before anyway. :P
CM - Thank you! I knew it couldn't possibly be that hard of a word to say (or type)!
Livin - Well, you do have to think that cotton gowns could be washed. Normally, I would guess, about 40-50 gowns in a load. So, that would use water, but all the paper gowns just get thrown away... now if they were recycled... Anywho, environment be damned - I want to be comfy! (j/k, *chuckle*)
K - You're welcome! My mother always likes to say that she has had no dignity since having my brother (her first child). I'm with you, I'd rather just drop my pants and be done with it already.
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