Why? I just wanna know why!
Isn't it bad enough that there are stirrups involved and we have to ENDURE?! And the friend that told me that once I had a baby that it wouldn't be that big of a deal is no longer my friend. Friends don't lie.
It's days like these when I ask God why he made me a woman.
Picture this: a doctor's office that looks like a day spa in sunny Palm Springs. When you walk through the door into the bright, cheerful room, no one is staring at you through eyes that say, "Get ready for a long wait, Sista!" The Christmas tree - if your appointment is in December, of course - is not scantly decorated with a 1983 Teddy Bear under it. The front receptionist is nice and polite and doesn't demand that you find your insurance card immediately because she doesn't care that you changed purses this morning. Within fifteen minutes, you are called back to speak to a nice, professional looking nurse. When she weighs you, both she and you jump for joy over loosing fifty pounds from your last visit (last year, because, of course, you are the ideal patient in this little ideal dream of mine). You don't even have to pee in a cup! And blood work? What's that? The nurse leads you to a patient room - with a TV that works - and there....draped over a nice vanity area with a mirror (because you simply must look your best for this little hum-hum), is a NICE, CLEAN, WHITE, TERRY CLOTH ROBE!!!!! With slippers to match!!
Is this too much to ask?!
And pa-leese!! Whatever you do, don't replace a tile in the ceiling with a fake picture of the sky and just the hint of a palm tree. Because when I look at that, the clouds aren't moving!!