JOTD- 6/27/06
'I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
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> Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
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> there was a cancellation and the 9:30am appointment was available.
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> I took it. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it
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> was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes,
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> so I didn't have any time to spare.
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> As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
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> making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
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> full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the
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> washcloth that w as sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash
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> in 'that area' to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the
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> washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car
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> and raced to my appointment.
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> I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.
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> Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
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> looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in
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> Paris or some other such glamorous place a million miles away. I was a
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> little surprised when the doctor said, 'My, we have made an extra effort
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> this morning, haven't we?' I didn't respond.
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> After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest
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> of the day was normal...some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After
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> school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the
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> bathroom, 'Mommy, where! 's my washcloth?'
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> I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
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> She replied, 'No!!!'.
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> She yelled, 'I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
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> glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'
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>
> Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
>
> there was a cancellation and the 9:30am appointment was available.
>
> I took it. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it
>
> was already around 8:45 am. 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 w as 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 such glamorous 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, etc. After
>
> school when my six 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!!!'.
>
> She yelled, 'I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my
>
> glitter and sparkles saved inside it.'
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