The Appointment

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?” 

But 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.”

 
 

Never going back to that doctor again…

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Never!"
 

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