ButrflyGarden and Brillig prompting for gyne stories reminded me that I am due for an appointment.
After having done my interior pep talk monologue I finally made the dreaded call.
'Due for an appointment' is an understatement considering the receptionist informed me that the last time I was in was November 2005!!!
(Steve is going to kill me when he reads this)
Where has time gone?
Wasn't it just yesterday when I was lying there, doubled over laughing
(loud guffaws, mind you) while the wonderful older gentleman who delivered my first-born attempted a breast-exam?
Was it that long ago when I was surprised by a two-pronged pelvic exam?
(I had to clarify with Steve that this was in fact kosher)
The fact is it is unpleasant.
As my dear friend Suzanne always says:
Of course you hate it. There is something seriously wrong with you if you actually enjoy it.
So can blogging save a life?
It can if it triggers a reminder to do a lifesaving chore you've put off.
My appointment is scheduled a week from today.
So go ahead and get that breast/pap/prostate/kidney/heart/
or depression...checked out.
This will improve the meretricious persiflage reputation of blogging.
There has got to be some value to this addiction.
On a somewhat related note, an ob-gyn scene on
Desperate Housewives has my peeps in a tizzy.
It gave me the impetus to write this for the Blue Ribbon site.
My work here is done.