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, and cooking. After school
when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the
bathroom, "Mummy, 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."
