Well this is timely. I went for my annual gynecological check up today, and my doctor was able to determine that my uterus and ovaries are just peachy by palpating my abdomen. Nothing went in my butt. So glad I can't empathize with those of you that have fallen victim to rectovaginal exams.
Yeah, I already rep'd this, but despite yearly checkups and two different OB/GYN related surgeries, no one has EVER tried to stick anything up my ass during a gynecological exam. So...uh...yeah. Maybe it's geographic region specific or something.
I think it's really strange. I've never heard of that or experienced that before. However, the first time I had a vaginal exam, the nurse practitioner gave me zero warning. She was talking to me and the next thing I knew her fingers were rammed into my pussy with some FORCE! Who DOES that? That's just poor bedside manner.
See this makes me wonder how amazing a hand job from a girl with Parkinsons would be. It also makes me wonder if Michael J Fox shivers when it's cold out. Lastly, anyone want to do my Micro homework so I can go to trivia night?
The nurse practitioner that I helped with for a few days in the hospital sucked. She was a hardass bitch with ZERO bedside manner. In one room, she insinuates to the patient that she is slutty with loads of sexual partners. Apparently this woman was married. In another room, she bluntly tells the woman that she miscarried and leaves the room, but not before she extracted some small bloody fetus/uterus chunks out of the poor woman's vagina with some small forceps and flicks them onto the tray. Yeah. She was a bitch.
My group from school is going to happy hour. We invited a guy and his wife. His response: "(Wife) and I aren't really the type of people who like to sit around in restaurants and drink." What does that even mean? He may as well have said, "We aren't really the kind of people who leave our house."
Maybe they aren't drinkers. Maybe their idea of a good time is taking flower arrangement classes together on Sunday afternoons. Don't judge, TX!
Relevant picture is relevant: Now if you'll excuse me, I'll swiftly be making my way to hell. Pictured below: MoreCowbell going about his Thursday evening.
REAL best gynos ever. Why, what did you think the beef jerky was made of? I'm off for a late morning of Black Keys, black coffee and black sand beaches to finish my book by Bill Bryson. Bitches.
A teaser for a commercial? Does that dude look sickly to anyone else? I mean being married to that horse would drive any man to drink but dude looks like he has aids.
God! I'm so judgmental! That's weird about your NP. I thought schools did a better job of developing professional behavior. Edit: the lame guy is the ex-SEAL. I thought they were supposed to be totally badass.
"I don't always go to restaurants, but when I do, it's because Osama bin Laden was having dinner there."
Getting drunk at some Applebees in the middle of the day isn't bad ass so much as it is desperate, TX.
Ok, ladies of TiB, is anyone else missing this gene? I am basically unable to: squeal, jump up and down when seeing long lost friends, go "wooo," and other typically girly things. Others?