Last Friday my day consisted of my annual pelvic exam, an eye exam, and dinner with my in-laws. My level of dread was in that order. I survived all three, and while the pelvic was the least concerning in some ways (I’ve been to this doctor four times this year alone in the wake of CervixPalooza 2011), I couldn’t help but bring my own special brand of socially retarded with a splash of verbal incontinence to the table.
Me: “Hey, I saw you at the Elvis Costello show. Did you have fun?”
Doctor: “Yes, I did. Did you? You should have said hello.”
Me: “Yeah, we had fun. I didn’t think you’d recognize me since I had pants on.”
Doctor: *Blank Stare*
A few minutes later:
Doctor: “You look good. Really good!”
Me: “Thanks!”
Doctor: “So, how’s your baby? He’s about a year now, right?”
Me: “What? No. NonononononoNO. No baby. I don’t have a baby.”
Doctor: <Glances at chart> “I am so sorry. I think I mixed you up with my next appointment – ”
Me: “Wait, when you said I look good, did you mean I look regular-good, or just good for someone who had a baby?”
Doctor: “Look, there’s no good answer so let’s start over.”
A few minutes later:
Doctor: “So you’ve been married two years, you’re almost 35…what are you waiting for? Don’t you want a baby?”
Me: “Yeah, of course, but you JUST gave me the green light that I’m healed and I don’t know…life is complicated. I’m not terribly maternal and who knows if I’d be any good at this.
Doctor: “You will be fine. Hormones kick in and you’ll take wonderful care of your baby.”
Me: “I know I’ll be good at the regular stuff. I mean, I can keep a person alive. I’m not a damn idiot.”
Doctor: “Keeping the child alive is a good start. Take it from there and maybe, uh, let your husband take care of the other stuff.”
And the grand finale:
Doctor: “Your ovaries are fine, your uterus tilts back slightly, go ahead and get dressed and we’ll see you in six months or sooner if you’re pregnant.”
Me: “Whoa, back up. What about my uterus tilting? What’s the deal with that?”
Doctor: “Don’t stress about it. You’re a variation on normal.”
Me: “Not the first time I’ve heard that. Ha!”
Doctor: *Blank stare*
Me: “Yeah, I’m gonna put my pants on now. Have a good Thanksgiving!”