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Free Advice Friday: Susan Goes to the Gynecologist

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Dear Kim,

I want to get your opinion on something. I have a gynecologist appointment next week and I’m debating on whether I should take my 4 year old daughter with me or hire a babysitter so that I can go alone. I’d hate to spend the money on a sitter and I know it would be an educational trip for her, but the whole idea of her coming along and watching is really uncomfortable. What would you do?

Thanks,

Virginia

 

 

Dear Vagina,

Let me just pretend for a moment that you meant ophthalmologist.

Yes, absolutely take her with you to get your vision checked, she’ll love it! She can practice reading the letter chart, squirt some Glaucoma drops in her eyes, or try on all sorts of funny glasses.

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Hell, they’ll even give her a lollipop!

Have a great time and thanks for writing!

Sincerely,

Kim

 

Look, Vagina, I’m not one to shun educational experiences simply because they’re deemed too ‘awkward” or “uncomfortable”. After all, who do you think showed my kids about Pillow Pet procreation? That’s right, yours truly.

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You can read that lesson here

But there are some places I don’t recommend taking your children, like fancy restaurants where I’m trying to have a GODDAMN martini in some GODDAMN peace, and the gynecologist’s office.

Don’t believe me? Here, let me tell you a short precautionary tale about my good friend “Susan” and her recent trip to the gynecologist.

Susan Goes to the Gynecologist

So Susan decided to bring her 3 year old daughter “Alice” to the gynecologist with her because, well…why not? (Oh, I’m about to tell you “why not”) After all, Alice was a relatively quiet child, well behaved, and easily entertained.

When they entered the examination room, Susan pulled a chair across the room and turned it so that it faced a window, overlooking a duck pond or some distractionary shit like that. She then handed Alice her iPad and told her to sit in the chair and play with her preschool apps. Little did Susan know, Alice was getting quite bored of those apps.

Fast forward 15 minutes…Susan was in the stirrups, making small talk with the doctor about how baby nurseries should be painted the color of their mother’s uterus, and does she know a Low VOC paint company that would do uterine color matching, when suddenly she heard a man’s voice. She looked over her doctor’s shoulder and there she saw…her vagina…Face Timing with dear old Uncle Bill.

(insert your own mental picture here)

Screaming, she yanked her foot out of the stirrup and kicked the iPad out of Alice’s hands, sending it across the room and shattering it into a million little pieces- much like Susan’s dignity.

And THAT, Vagina, is just one reason why you don’t take your kid to the gynecologist! The other reason is, it’s just plain weird.

Let me know if I can help you with any other obvious answers.

Cheers,

Kim

UPDATE: Turns out, due to Uncle Bill’s poor vision, he thought they were calling him from a pet store. He keeps bringing up the chinchilla.

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Crap! Turns out it’s Friday. Happy Friday!

Jeez, I’m so sorry you guys. I thought today was Thursday so I didn’t write a Free Advice Friday post. Please don’t hate me. But if you do find yourself feeling pretty pissed, I have a Free Advice Friday post about anger management. So, um…here’s something else…

My visit to the optometrist

I went to the eye doctor on Monday…or was it yesterday? I swear the days all blend together. Hold on a sec, let me check what day I mentioned it on twitter, because that’s where I do most of my bitching. It’s my bitch diary.

Ok, according to my tweets, it was Wednesday.

Anyway, so I went to the eye doctor Wednesday and the assistant lady took me into this teeny tiny room. The room was like 3×5 and we were right on top of each other. I was just so damn grateful that I remembered to Fabreze myself before leaving the house.

*TIP – If you don’t have time to shower, Fabreze yourself…it’s not just for smelly couches anymore. Also, use Fabreze’s Active Sport line, because people who know anything about Fabreze will think you worked out.

She put a blood pressure cuff on my arm and asked me all sorts of non-eye related questions. She wanted to know: my height, my weight, any medications I took, if I might be pregnant “not that you look it! hahaha”. I was so confused, I screamed the date of my last menstrual cycle and started to disrobe for my pap smear. I figured we had just enough room if I put my legs up on the wall.

I think she was a little embarrassed for both of us because she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Though maybe they don’t bother making eye contact because most people coming there can’t see?

Next, I was moved to a bigger and better room to wait for the eye doctor.

Can I just say, I hate the “Is 1 better or is 2? 2 or 3? 3 or 1?…better or worse or about the same?”

I’m convinced that when an optometrist asks “or about the same?” it’s code for, “I never changed the lens asshole, I just want to see if you’re full of bullshit and indecision”

Those damn vision tests are the most stressful tests I will ever take…and I’ve taken pregnancy tests. It’s a pretty big deal because if I screw it up, I’ll be running into poles for the next year.

After driving my optometrist crazy, by saying “can you do it again?” several thousand times, she escorted me to the frame lady.

Ah, the frame lady. I rely heavily on this woman. You see, I can’t see. When I’m trying on those frames, that are filled with plain glass and not my prescription, I can’t see myself clearly in the mirror. I depend on her to tell me if they look good, edgy but not too edgy, and if they compliment my face.

So when I saw that my frame lady was wearing Harry Potter glasses and a bad Christmas sweater, well, I just knew that I was better off closing my eyes and pointing to a pair on the wall. And so I did.

I bet I made a great uninformed choice. We’ll find out in 7-10 business days.

Afterwards, I headed out into the large parking lot where I failed to locate my SUV. I wandered around the lot for a while, a long while. At first, I was calm about the whole thing, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. It wasn’t until minute 15 that the concern and fear really kicked in. But I kept searching…I kept the fire burning…for 2 more minutes.

Feeling tired and defeated, I rested my weary body on the bumper of the closest car. Not one to pass up a moment of vanity, I checked my hair in the reflection of the car next to me. Ugh, I could hardly see myself, the windows looked all gunked up from greasy little hands. And that’s when the realization occurred! Those greasy little hand prints were Ana’s.

Oh yeah, I drove Brian’s car to my eye doc appointment.

As soon as I got in his car I proceeded to post my ridiculousness on Facebook and Twitter because self-deprecation, in an attempt to make you laugh, is my ‘thing’. You’re welcome.

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