From: M.A.
I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynaecologist. Early
one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I
had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am. I had only just packed
everyone off to work and school and it was already around 8:45 am.
The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to
spare. As most women do, 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 pyjamas, wet the washcloth that was
sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to
make sure I was at least 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 for only a few minutes when I was called in.
Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked
over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some
other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra
effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.
After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.
The rest of the day was normal ... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.
After school, when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from
the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"
I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need
the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in
it."
----- Tamara P Duvall Lexington, Virginia, USA Formerly of Warsaw, Poland http://lorien.emufarm.org/~tpd/
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