Special Appointment

Sitting at the table at the neighborhood Starbucks, one woman relates this story to her friend …

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early on Monday morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me there was a cancellation and the 9:30 AM appointment was available and, of course, I took it.

I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am. The trip to his office takes about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t even going to have time for a bath. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth 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 washcloth in the clothesbasket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

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 Pairs or some other such glamorous 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 because I had no idea what he was talking about and just wanted to get this over with and get out.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

"No!" she yelled back at me. "I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."