A. S. A. P.

When Tim and I were newly married I used a husband and wife gynecological team. I had always used the wife of the team. Let me set the stage for you it was my yearly exam.

I've stripped down to my birthday suit, tightly wrapped in my lovely sheet they provided. I'm patiently waiting on the table behind the curtain for my Dr. when the nurse opens the door and says "Dr. Smith needs to see you in room 3" I croaked "me?" She replies "Yes and he said A.S.A.P!"

I get off the table, wrap the sheet even more tightly around me and waddle down the hall like a mummy to room 3. I open the door and Dr. Smith (who is with another patient) says "Yes may I help you?" I say "Yes sir you sent for me etc...Meanwhile he is looking at me like I have lost my mind while I am stammering & stuttering. Remember I am NAKED (other than my sheet) talking to a Dr. I have never even laid eyes on before, explaining he has requested me while he assures me he hasn't!
Long story short the nurse thought the Dr's  wife was behind the curtain with me and that's who he needed!!
Did I fail to mention that when I get extremely nervous I break out in red splotches so when I got back to my room I looked like this

And yes I did switch Doctors just because I was so humiliated! I felt like I could never go back without them laughing at me (and who could blame them!)  I never dreamed I would get to the point that I would blog about it but sometimes you just have to go with it and not take yourself so seriously, which is a big downfall of mine :-)