This is a repost from December 10th:
Last night's impromptu Pajama Party was a blast, although I eventually fell asleep in my chair while the party went on around me. Guess I just can't hold my Corona like I used to, lol.
During the party, there was something said that sparked yet another memory of an embarassing moment in my past....way past, for that matter. It happened when I was very young and had been married about six months. I contracted a virus that was going around and was sick as a dog (no pun intended, lol), throwing up, stomach cramps and the drizzling sh........well, you get the picture.
Anyway, after a couple of days, I decided I should probably go see the doctor, so I called early in the morning to see if I could get an appointment. "No", the receptionist said, "He's booked up for today". Okay, so much for that, I'll just be miserable for another day! So, I took a shower and got dressed, and was considering going back to bed when the phone rang. It was the Dr's office receptionist and she told me they had had a cancellation and that if I would come right away, they could get me in.
So....I grabbed my purse and went straight on to the doctor's office. Sure enough, they got me right in and after relaying my symptoms to the nurse, she automatically assumed (see first three letters of that word) that I was pregnant! Anyway, I wasn't in the mood for assumptions, especially since she was just the nurse, ya know? So, then I sat there for half an hour for the doctor to come in and I was so sick that I considered just walking out and going home. About that time, he finally came in, nurse in tow.
Here we go again, what are my symptoms? I tell him all of it and guess what? He assumes the same thing and that really pisses me off. Here I am, sick and needing to puke or poop or both, just wanting to go home and having to explain over and over that I'm not pregnant!!!
Finally, he shifts gears and wants me to lie down on the table and unzip my jeans so he can mash around on my already sore belly, so I comply. Doctor on one side, nurse on the other, they look down and he snickers very faintly. I look at him and he looks like he'd like to really laugh, and so I look at nurse and she looks the same. Hrmph! What the hell do they think is so funny? The moment passed, he finally told me what I already knew, that I had a virus, wrote me a prescription and I was free to go. Finally!
So, I made a quick stop in the bathroom, then left to go by the drugstore, then back home where I could go back to bed.
I was pissed off, sick as a horse and totally exhausted, so I went straight to the bedroom to get undressed and fall in the bed. I was in the process of undressing when I happened to turn around and catch my reflection in the mirror and my face went from already pasty to white as a ghost, then red as a beet as I focused on my underwear.
There, in my reflection, revealed the source of the mysterious snicker from the doctor! I was wearing a pair of black bikini panties that I had received as a gag gift at my lingerie shower. There, right in front, in big bold embroidered red letters, were the words: What you see is what you get!
It was a very long time before I went back to see that doctor.
