Well, wish me luck, ladies… I’m cleaning up the place, finishing a workout, getting my ca-ca together, and I’ll be off to see the new gynie! *insert anxious sigh* Yankee docs make me a bit nervous. I’ve had a couple of mean/irritable ones, and one weird one…
***Horrible true, ( swear to god, or whatever passes as such ), story : I was newly married, and had gone to see the gynie for a possible yeast infection. He was old as dirt, and grouchy as a grizzly. He fussed at me for not douching, ( I have chemical sensitivities – don’t even wear make up, or perfume ), and told me that I needed to keep it “finger-licking good” at all times :-O Then, called both my husband, ( he had brought me to the appointment ), and I into his office, and proceeded to talk directly to my husband, and hand him the scripts!!! I felt like a sick bitch, that had been off to the vet :-< ( This was back in the 80’s, so no, they hopefully don’t do stuff like that anymore! ) Still, it was an “experience”, to say the least.