Waiting...

Men you just don’t know what women go through when we go to the gyno’s office.
First lets start by saying it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve gone you can’t get used to it, so shut it with the prostate check stories. Always it seems that no matter early or late you arrive, you wait and wait in the waiting room for an eternity, which is lovely. So my visit recently wasn’t any different. An hour in the waiting room before I get to go back and “empty my bladder”, take my blood pressure, and get weighed, let the good times begin. Then off to the room where the nurse informs you everything off, robe open to front, sheet to cover, and he’ll be with you in a sec. So immediately you strip in NASCAR time only to waiting for another 40 minutes. This time though I had the pleasure of listening to the conversation the doc was having with another patient because of the paper thin walls. Apparently she (patient) had a “blue cap” stuck in her ya know. This went on forever, “well maybe it’s from my recent hospital stay?” “No” he replies “not that.” On and on she doesn’t know how it got there all the while I’m staring at the clock. Let’s go already and at this point I’m ready to storm over there robe open and scream “tell him were it came from already!” “I’m not double jointed and I don’t have an array of mirrors to help me do it myself!” Anyway this doesn’t happen and we still haven’t concluded where the mysterious “blue cap” has come from…alien abduction, some sort of government experiment, who knows! Finally the knock comes to my door …yea it’s my turn (ugh), let the small awkward chit-chat begin.