I was due for a smear with the doctor later in the week. Early one
morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had
been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am . 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
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 facecloth
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 facecloth in the
clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my
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.
After school when my 7 year old daughter was playing, she called out from
the bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'
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 saved inside it.'
I'M NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!
Doctors give drugs of which they know little,
into bodies, of which they know less,
for diseases of which they know nothing at all.