14-03-2006, 09:36 AM
The Washcloth
>
>>
> I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist later in the week.
>
> Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell
me
> that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only
just
> packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45
am.
>
> The trip to his office took 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 going to be able to make
the
> full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, 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 clothes basket, 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
> Paris or some other 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.
>
> 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 6 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.
>
> She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all
my
> glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
>
>>
> I was due for an appointment with the gynaecologist later in the week.
>
> Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell
me
> that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only
just
> packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45
am.
>
> The trip to his office took 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 going to be able to make
the
> full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, 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 clothes basket, 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
> Paris or some other 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.
>
> 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 6 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.
>
> She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all
my
> glitter and sparkles saved inside it."
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