In Karrie‘s hilarious rendering of her annual exam she linked to a Harvard study that starts with:
No matter how many pelvic examinations a woman has, it’s unlikely she’ll ever feel at ease about being asked to place her feet up in metal stirrups.
OK. I won’t say that I enjoy it. The stirrups, I mean. But really, after mumble-mumble years of infertility treatments and mumble-mumble number of pregnancies, at this point I’d probably agree to have my exam in the waiting room. While I read a magazine. And filed my nails.
I don’t think this is normal…
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I once had salmonella food poisoning. The thought occurred to me while I was waiting to see a doctor – ‘I would walk through this waiting room naked if they could make this stop.’
I think I know what you mean.
That would totally be great multitasking, yes? I’m with you!
I think it’s pretty normal. I mean, once you’ve gone through labor once and have multiple nurses and doctors checking your progress, you pretty much lose any modesty.
Yep today my doc had his hands up my foofoo and kept asking me for a cough.
Then I was ok with him sniffing his hands after to see if they smelled like pee.
My life.