On Friday last week I had every woman’s favorite Dr’s appt. The obgyn. This was only my second visit at this particular doctor, but she has been nothing but prompt and to the point. She makes what could be a horrific, or at least uncomfortable event every woman must face quick and painless and has a great way of putting you at ease.

By my scheduled appointment time I was already in the room wearing that lovely little front opening gown and paper sheet and she was in the room prepping to begin the exam. If you’re unfamiliar with proceedings at an annual exam appointment it’s pretty straight forward. Speculum, stirrups, some KY and some feeling around and you’re done and on with life. I was all ready to go, and she’d just started the speculum part of the exam when that wonderful little instrument started making a sound as she literally cranked it open like that of a car jack.

This of course struck my funny bone a little. Wouldn’t it make you laugh a little? Of course I laugh and that causes certain muscles to contract and as the speculum is nice and lubed up for my pleasure it came right out of me and hit the floor. I’m sure some of the “locals” around here would liken it to one of my favorite Kentucky expressions involving farmers and greased pigs.

I was in that weird spot at that point where it could either go a) more funny, or b) completely horrifying and embarrasing to the point that you never want to see that Dr again. That’s when the gyno said “Well, that hasn’t happened in a while” and began laughing. I then laughed with her for the next 10 minutes, making it impossible for the exam to continue until we’d both calmed down a little. Once calm, everything continued as normal and I was outta there and on my way by 3:30. I figure at least I’m a memorable patient and gave her a fun story to tell all her Doctor friends.