If there was ever a need for a blog this is the day! OMG! I went for my "yearly" appt. today with Dr. T. I hadn't been in in like 15 months. And with some "female troubles" I have had in the past it seemed like I used to visit his office every week for months. But since he barbequed my uterus (quite literally) things have been somewhat more stable and I am back to my yearly visits.
So I go in and get completely undressed except for the enlarged paper towel they give you to put on. (Which is such a freaking joke and so miserably uncomortable.) And you sit and wait. I must say after having four kids the GYNie doctor is no big deal and nothing to fear...frankly it was an hour out of the house alone, so that was nice. But today was just odd.
So Dr. T. comes in and we chit-chat a bit. Talk about breast cancer and family histories and all. He does the breast exam. Everything is fine and then he looks down at my wrist and FREAKS OUT!!! He noticed the tattoo on my wrist and went nuts! He couldn't believe it. He said of all the people he NEVER peggged me to be the type to go get a tattoo.
Side Note: I found this funny. Because although I did visit him frequently a few years back, we did a lot of chit-chatting but I never got the sense he "knew" what kind of person I was. But then again he 'knows" me like only a handful of people ever have in my life. So there must be something about opening yourself up to people who look at your crotch. And he actually never even delivered any of my babies. So I found it funny that he thought he "knew me" so well!
So I said my life has changed a lot since the last time I saw him. That led into a whole 15 minute conversation about what happened to us and my friends over the past year, about switching from being a Baptist to a Presbyterian and getting out of church work. Which led to a discussion on the differences between different sects of Jews. (He's Jewish) And the reasons Jews and Palastinians are fighting. To him telling me his favourite Jewish joke, to going back to the night I got the tattoo. (He couldn't believe I wasn't drunk.)
And somewhere in the middle of this strange spiritual conversation I realize I am totally naked, covered only by a napkin (big one, but none the less) with my feet up in the stirups. This deffinitely goes down inthe record books for THE strangest place to have a meaningful conversation.
So after that he did the PAP and I was outta there.
It was very surreal and oh so weird. But then again...the Lord works in mysterious ways. I guess I will get to continue the conversation next year. Man, that was just bizarre.
If there was ever a need for a blog this is the day! OMG! I went for my "yearly" appt. today with Dr. T. I hadn't been in in like 15 months. And with some "female troubles" I have had in the past it seemed like I used to visit his office every week for months. But since he barbequed my uterus (quite literally) things have been somewhat more stable and I am back to my yearly visits.
