Put my feet where? Ok, sure. Whatever. Do you serve mochas? I'm in a bit of a rush here.

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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January 9, 2007

From PlainJaneMom.com

Erika Jurney

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gynecologist, harvard, obstetrician, one-weird-mother, pelvic-exam, stirrups

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4 responses to “Put my feet where? Ok, sure. Whatever. Do you serve mochas? I'm in a bit of a rush here.”

Robin

January 9, 2007

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.

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Jennifer

January 9, 2007

That would totally be great multitasking, yes? I’m with you!

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Natalie

January 10, 2007

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.

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crunchy carpets

January 10, 2007

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.

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