Doctor, Doctor

So Larry says I have to blog about my "fun" afternoon (please note the dripping sarcasm in my tone of typing)…

1st of all I had a teacher meeting right after school.  This meeting was to go from 3 to 4 pm.  I had made a doctor appointment a while ago for this afternoon at 4:15, so I had to duck out of the meeting a bit early to make it to the Dr. in time for my appointment.  For those of you not familiar with my little corner of suburbia…traffic around here is the pits.  What should take like 5 minutes to get there often takes 30 minutes in the peak times of traffic.  (This is one aspect of living up here I don’t think I'm gonna miss, by the way)

I had lost the little appointment card that told me where I had to go.  I was seeing a new doctor and wasn't even sure of his name.  So I went to the place where I thought his office was…went in and asked if I was scheduled for an appointment there.  The rude woman at the front desk looked at me like I was a complete moron and told me they don’t have any appointments past 3:45!  She then looked in the computer to see if I was just loosing it about the times, but I wasn't in their system.  She suggested that I may be confusing this women's health center with another one down the road.  So I go back the way I had come and attempt to find the other place.  

I found it and went through a similar routine with them.  Not in there system either.  Now I'm getting mad at myself.  I dig through my purse searching for the little card that says where I'm supposed to be.  I finally find it; call the place I'm supposed to be at & head over there.  I swear I'm NOT blonde, but that was certainly a blonde moment, I know!

So I get to the gynecologist…got to have those yearly check ups…YUCK!  Things went as I figured they would, but the thing that kept running through my head was relative to how things worked when I lived in MA.  There was an OB-GYN who went to my church.  ALL the ladies in church went to him…I didn't get that at all.  How can you go to see him, sit in the little paper dress that opens in the front and then see this same guy who just examined you, poked and prodded at you, etc. sitting there in church?  I just couldn't do that…that is too weird in my book.

The other thing I never got about the OB-GYN that I did go to in MA was this:  He would always ask me if I was sexually active – to which I honestly answered NO and then he would go on to ask me what birth control I was on – NONE…not having sex…no need to control birth then, huh??  Then he would ask me about if there was any chance I was pregnant…again, NOT having sex, so how else would it happen?  It seemed like he'd go on and on with these inane questions.  I wanted to wear a sign that said, "I teach at Whitinsville Christian School.  I am single.  I am a good Christian girl.  I'm NOT having now, nor have I ever had sex…now stop asking me all these sex questions."

Ok, sorry to vent there a little…it just brought back some interesting memories of times long, long ago!