These Pipes Are Clean!
Apr. 12th, 2004 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosWell the field trip to the Ob/Gyn went well. Though it's interesting how a doctor can carry on such a casual conversation while she feels up your breasts and pelvis.
The good news is, when my blood pressure was taken, it was nice and low.
Did you ever notice that if someone asks you if you have to use the bathroom, like the nurse did before the exam, and you say "no", that suddenly you have to go? The power of suggestion. Needless to say, after the exam, I had to go.
Then the gross thing happened.
So I'm in the ladies room, "going tinkle", and once I am done and arise off the throne, I do my normal casual check in the bowl. I do this mostly out of curiosity, and partly to see if some sewer dwelling python has crawled up yet. Well, I notice some pinkness to the liquid and thought, "Gads! I'm not bleeding, am I?"
This compelled me to do a check. No, I wasn't bleeding. Then I realized, during flush numero deux that something was flapping from just under the--for lack of a better term--the drain of the toilet. Someone flushed their "seasoned" feminine hygeine product down the crapper. Ew.
How wude.
The good news is, when my blood pressure was taken, it was nice and low.
Did you ever notice that if someone asks you if you have to use the bathroom, like the nurse did before the exam, and you say "no", that suddenly you have to go? The power of suggestion. Needless to say, after the exam, I had to go.
Then the gross thing happened.
So I'm in the ladies room, "going tinkle", and once I am done and arise off the throne, I do my normal casual check in the bowl. I do this mostly out of curiosity, and partly to see if some sewer dwelling python has crawled up yet. Well, I notice some pinkness to the liquid and thought, "Gads! I'm not bleeding, am I?"
This compelled me to do a check. No, I wasn't bleeding. Then I realized, during flush numero deux that something was flapping from just under the--for lack of a better term--the drain of the toilet. Someone flushed their "seasoned" feminine hygeine product down the crapper. Ew.
How wude.
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Date: 2004-04-12 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-12 09:37 pm (UTC)Toilet: GROSS.
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Date: 2004-04-12 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-15 10:10 am (UTC)Hey, I guess the job gets boring after a while, and it's kind of fun to run into somebody with the same interests, but man it was really freakin' weird.
I will _always_ remember that pap smear.