Wednesday, February 11, 2009

WANTED: A FEMALE GYNECOLOGIST!


I woke up this morning and planned the outline of my day and remembered to set an alarm for 11:00am. I hurried through my morning routine and tried my best to accomplish as much as I could before my deadline.

I placed the alarm in the upstairs bedroom knowing that it would force me to get up from my work in my office to start getting ready, as my usual tardiness was not an option!

I ran up the stairs and grabbed my towel, a fresh razor blade and as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wondered if I should wash my hair.

I scrubbed myself from head to toe making sure to use the exfoliating scrubby stuff and paid special attention as I shaved my legs and even did some careful trimming... I glanced at myself in the mirror again and said out loud,

"I should have washed my hair!"

As I hurried back to the bedroom to start getting dressed, I scurried through my underwear drawer looking for the perfect bra and panty for my afternoon date...

with my Gynecologist...

Seriously, I didn't even fret this much as I got ready for my first date with my BOYFRIEND of two years, although knowing what I know now, I would definitely had paid more attention over my preparation and wardrobe that night... there's a $40 black bra that's STILL MISSING!...

I carefully smoothed lotion over my just-shaven legs and started to put on my undergarments when I suddenly stopped in the middle of pulling up my most conservative, clean and proper panty and practically stumbled onto my face as I ran over to the bathroom and gingerly stood on the scale. I closed my eyes as I made that silent prayer...

Every woman knows the exact weight measurement from their last doctor's visit - for most people it's once a year, even though my experiences seem to be vastly more frequent!

You could have blown every diet all year long and broken every resolution, slept in and missed every spin and yoga class, enjoyed that pizza over the weekend, but the ultimate test - the biggest fear is to weigh more than that little black box on the top of the right hand corner of the last visit's chart!

I looked down as a cold sweat started to cover my still naked body...

SUCCESS!!

I had lost ten pounds since my last doctor's appointment, but now a new concern,

"What am I going to wear so that I could prove all of my hard work these last few weeks!?"

They hardly allow you to take off your shoes to weigh yourself these days let alone let you get naked on the hallway scale so that you have the opportunity to yell for all to hear,

"LOOK AT ME, FAIR PEOPLE OF DR. SCIAN'S OBGYN OFFICE!

I'VE LOST TEN POUNDS SINCE MY LAST VISIT!"

(There's a reason that I set the alarm for two and a half hours before my doctor's appointment!)

As I went back to getting dressed with a sure bounce in my step, I took a mental survey of possible "
I'VE LOST TEN POUNDS SINCE MY LAST VISIT" OUTFITS!

Jeans - OUT
Sweats - OUT

And then I found them! The white yoga pants, ('cause the gray ones are dirty), that I can't wear out of the house 'cause, well, they show everything!

No worries though!...

Going to the gynecologist is the only acceptable time to leave the house wearing granny panties with yoga pants!

I slid onto the scale after I fully dressed, ecstatic at only having gained about two pounds - thus able to show I'd lost EIGHT! - and start heading out of the bedroom door...

Just as my foot crossed the threshold to the hallway I froze again!

I looked down at my brand new, pristine white socks with pretty lavender tops and screeched loudly!

"I HAVE TO COVER MY NEW SOCKS!"

With two cats and a dog, stepping across the threshold from my carpeted bedroom into the hallway with my surgical grade new socks was not an option!

As important as the proper underwear is for a woman's health visit, it is much, much more important to have clean, new SOCKS!

After all, the doctor never sees the underwear, he does however get a lovely display of your new white socks, or dingy, dirty ones as might be the case if you don't take measures to properly prepare yourself for this yearly ritual.

He does in fact, see more of your socked feet during the exam than your face after all, and who wants the lasting impression of the man so deeply immersed in your genitalia to be of your poor housekeeping!

So, I always buy new socks for my yearly physical!

I quickly put on a pair of lesser important "house socks" over my "in the doctor's face, new socks" and went running around for the perfect "WEIGH ME, I'M THINNER" shoes...

I slipped on the twenty-year old running sneakers with no shoe laces that I'll be able to quickly slide off my feet while the nurse is reassuring me that taking them off won't make a difference on the scale!

And I was out the door!

I jumped in the car determined not to be late for my date with my gynecologist.

As I rode there I called ahead to confirm my appointment and to see if the doctor was on schedule.

"Ms. Hernandez do you see Dr. John or Dr. Joe?"

"Dr. John." I responded with slight hesitation...

I mean I SHOULD know with certainty the first name of the man who has such intimate relations with me,
more frequently than most because of my medical history, the DR. VA-JAY-JAY SUPER HERO with his trustee nurse side-kick!

"Yes. Dr. John." I repeated, confidently this time.

"We're right on time! See you when you get here!"

As I hung up the phone I found myself thinking about how beautiful it is to have a child follow the footsteps of their parent's work...

Who am I kidding!?

My first REAL reaction upon learning that it was a father/son practice was,

"Hmmm, I wonder how THAT happened!?"

My career dream and path in college was to be a physician and what a wonderful trade to help bring children into the world, but it's not quite the same as showing your child how to throw a football or how to make that perfect souffle...

Most parents have a difficult time of explaining the birds and the bees to their children... I guess that conversation went pretty well in that family!


The two hours of preparation that went into my frequent woman's medical ritual culminated in the satisfaction of being congratulated on my weight loss, the polite handshake and hello from my doctor as we both avoided eye contact, and as I assumed the position and reminisced about all of my morning anxiety, I asked myself,

"Why don't I have a FEMALE GYNECOLOGIST?!"

I stifled a giggle at my personal inquisition when I heard the doctor's trusty nurse sidekick say,

"Dorana, how do you always keep your socks so WHITE!"


SUCCESS!!

18 comments:

  1. LOL good one dorana!

    My gyno is my family doc ... so he's also seen my mom and gramma (weird!)... and he's pretty old. but whatever, doesn't bother me a bit. i think i'd rather go see him than the dentist (at least when getting cavities filled)... :P

    it *was* a little awkward the first time he saw my piercing though... :P asked me if it enhanced the pleasure... LOL

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  2. Love it! I'm currently frettting knowing that I am OVER what I weighed last year. And I'm glad I'm not the only one! (But I do have a female Dr., and she's great).

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  3. Dorana, you are too funny.

    My family doc does my gyno and she's a she. About 60 years old. I don't fret too much about my socks, I'm more concerned about whether my blood pressure will be down. And, yeah, my weight. I've been a real slug this past year, as injuries and illness prevented me from doing yoga and bicycling.

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  4. What a cack!...u should write for magazines!..

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  5. ROTFLMAO! my yearly is in 2 weeks. i've already got my socks and my outfit picked out...and i have a female dr! it's not any easier, cuz, you see, they have all the same equipment and are girls...so they know about the weight and the socks and the underwear issues while most guys just say 'what?'

    great blog entry! thanks for sharing!

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  6. holy cow! it's as if you've been in my head before. annually, at that.

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  7. Ha, ha:) Yes, it is definitely a female gynaecologist for me. I have had her for 5 years and love her. Funny how this annual visits are the same in many ways for all of us:):)

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  8. This is exactly why I've never had a pelvic exam. So much pressure to do everything right for a simple ten minute exam. lol

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  9. OMG, this is the funniest thing I've read in awhile! I also have a male OB/GYN, but after going through cervical cancer and two pregnancies with complications, we are on very friendly terms. He even remembers my name when we run into each other outside of his office, lol.

    I think that almost makes the "preparation anxiety" worse. What a great blog! :)

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  10. haha...this totally made my day, so true. I actually liked having a male OB/GYN. I've had 4 new female doctor's in the past 4 years at the office I'm at now...not fun, they keep switching me...maybe if I wore whiter socks I could keep one :)

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  11. That's why I've always! had a female gyno. The few times I was pregnant I had to go to a male gyno and although he was a great doc it just wasn't the same. Went back to my female doc as soon as the pregnancy was over.

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  12. ahhhh..this was amuzing..niiice one :)

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  13. haha... so funny.. Totally made my night! Great blog too by the way! :)

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  14. vintage! thank you for stopping by to read and comment tonight! im so glad it made you smile! thanks for the follow! :o) siempre- dorana

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  15. I LOVE IT!! You said what we all feel and do!!! wonderfully written!
    My ob/gyn is also a close friend of ours - talk about strange!!!

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  16. hilarious!! I can't get over the sock wearing though. I always take mine off. It's too weird being naked with socks on! Even though I cringe walking on the dirty floor between the chair holding my socks and the table. Love this post. And all the details that we can all relate to!

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  17. niki! :o) LOL that takes some serious guts!

    bianca! THANK YOU for stopping by LMAO! WEAR YOUR SOCKS!! it's not about romance!

    thank you for all of your support!

    siempre- dorana

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