Dear Gynecologist ...


Dear Gynecologist,

I know, it's been a while. I realize we're supposed to see each other with a certain degree of regularity, and that I'm not exactly holding up my end of the bargain. And yes, I know it's important, and that I need to give you a call and schedule a time when we can meet up. Bite the bullet, spread the legs, and get it over with like a big girl.

But I have to be honest here. I'm not exactly enthusiastic about coming to see you, and here's why.

First of all, I'm paying you to check out my lady parts. Generally when someone gets that intimate with someone else, there's at least dinner involved first. Or, like, some alcohol, and possibly even a little flattery. But no: I don't even get to wear a nice outfit - or if I do, it ends up folded neatly in your little plastic chair (with my undies hiding underneath, just because) before you ever see me in it. I shave my legs from ankle to hip, my pits just in case, and meticulously groom ... well, you know. Whatever needs to be meticulously groomed. Just like any normal woman would do when someone's face is going to be mere inches from their hoo-ha.

But instead of a candlelit dinner and some wine and conversation and something backless, I get to chill solo in your sterile, brightly-lit office awaiting our swift encounter. Okay, I may be in something backless, but it's also ass-less and made of paper and not what I'd call haute couture. Instead of being at a nice restaurant or in a swanky hotel, I'm twiddling my thumbs and staring at framed pictures of flowers - right next to the posters advertising birth control and listing the warning signs of, like, gonorrhea. There are no rose petals or champagne in sight, but there's an array of torturous-looking metal tools all laid out, flanked by tubes and swabs and rubber gloves. Is this supposed to make me feel comfortable, Gynecologist? Because to be honest, it really just makes me feel like I'm going to crap all over your table. I mean, maybe if you took me to a movie or something first, I might be a little more relaxed.

I'm not saying I don't appreciate what you do for me. After all, nobody else who's ever been "down there" has had the medical wisdom to tell me how great my cervix looks (uh ... thanks?). But usually when someone's in that vicinity, I'm not staring at fluorescent lights until my eyeballs burn and trying to make small talk. If you're gonna be poking around down south, I'd like to know you well enough to know your middle name and how many siblings you have and your cell phone number. I mean - we're not even friends on Facebook. I don't even know if you're on Facebook. Yet look at you, all up in my bidness (literally, wrist-deep!) like you own the place.

So I'm sorry if I'm a little delayed for our annual rendezvous. I'm sorry if I'm a little reluctant to put my feet in those cold metal stirrups and slide my butt down to the end of the table and put "the goods" on display for inspection. It's just hard to act glad to be there when all I can think about is how there's a virtual stranger going places where toilet paper doesn't even venture. Do you appreciate the fact that I spent an hour contorted like a pretzel in order to remove unsightly hair (and dulled an expensive razor blade in the process)? Or the fact that I used enough feminine hygiene products to make your entire exam room smell like wildflowers? Or the fact that I am struggling valiantly to hold in a fart because being nervous gives me gas?

I'm not sure you appreciate me, Gynecologist. So forgive me if I'm having trouble warming up to the idea of you nosing around down there.

I have a little suggestion. Next time I come in, maybe you could greet me at the door with a shot - and I don't mean an injection. I mean tequila.

Or whatever's strong enough to make that drafty paper gown feel more like a little black dress.

10 comments:

  1. hahaha....I want to see them put a TV on the ceiling & show something like,...oh maybe the notebook or some other sappy DVD - nothing scary or anything....but a little entertainment would be nice. I always hate when they try to tell me what they're doing....like just do it & get it over with already.

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    1. That would be awesome! At least it'd give us something to watch besides the boring white ceiling ...

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  2. Ugh, that's one of my least-favorite yearly visits (the dentist runs a close second)!

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    1. I actually enjoy the dentist! Weird, I know.

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    2. Are you serious? I enjoy going to the dentist too! I thought I was the only one!!
      Austin

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  3. I didn't have to go this year, since all my past checkups have been normal! I was SO happy! I think I have to go again in 3 years?

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    1. I haven't been in two years. That's just because I hate going, though. Ugh.

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  4. This is hilarious - and so true. I have some crayyyyyzy stories about the obgyn. They aren't internet appropriate. I think I've actually been on Candid camera in the stirrups.

    And the part about hiding the undies - totally laughed out loud. Why do we do that?

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  5. You should do a post on the delivery room.....

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