Thoughts of a doctors visit

I'm probably going to lose a few of my boy readers when they figure out the topic of this post, but too bad. I've got to get this off my chest.

I went to the "girl doctor" today. Bleh.

I don't know about you ladies, but when I'm in the office and prepping myself for his entrance (yes I have a boy gyno), I always tell myself "He's seen worse. He has seen all kinds of cooters- diseased, nasty, old, hairless, hairy, fat, thin, smelly - you name it, he has seen it. Mine is normal. Plus he delivered my daughter by c-section. He has literally seen me inside and out!"

But it doesn't make it any better.

Today something else hit me. As much as I hate it that he is down there, he has to have an assistant, too. And she doesn't stand over by the cabinets... oh no siree... she is standing right over his shoulder handing him the items he needs.

That means there are TWO sets of eyes taking a look at my privates. And how much does it suck to be HER? She didn't go to school to look at other lady's vajayjays! She went to OB school to be a nurse that preps women on having their babies. She wants the joy of watching a baby grow and experience the excitement of the couples that come for their appointments.

NOT looking at nasty cooters all day long!!!

Do you think she (or even the doctor for that matter) think to themselves "Oh. That's a good shave job!" or "Sheesh. Sistah girlfriend needs to invest in some laser hair removal!"... what do they think????


shudder