For all those who have to tend the humiliation at the OB-GYN*office. . . In Melbourne, Fl.
one of the radio stations paid money*($100-$500) for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This*one netted the winner $300. . . . .
**She said: I was due later that 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 9:30am. I had**just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 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 that I was 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 only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the*procedure, as I am 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 here.**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 respond.*The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.*The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening**meal,etc.**At 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter was fixing 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, “No I need the one that was here by the sink.*It had all my glitter and sparkles in it.” .
