Those Glorious Paper Robes

Last year, I had the great fortune to take my good friend Coalminer Heather to my yearly surgical check-up. We had a blast, and I recommended that taking a friend to a doctor appointment makes for a fun afternoon and great diversion.

This year, Hubbie was able to perform his marital duty and accompanied me to my appointment. It was our good fortune that we met up with CMGD and her hubster for a good lunch and better conversation.



We couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a nerd moment. You know that no get-together would be complete without a little PDT (public display of technology).



To be brutally honest, my appointment last year with Coalminer Heather was way more fun. I think next year she is back on the program, and Hubbie can go play golf.

I warned him that we would have to take pictures. He did not agree in any way, shape or form. Eventually, I harassed him into taking this photo. I couldn't get him to take his clothes off, but he was still a good sport. He must really love me.



After being thoroughly and painfully violated with all of my surgeon's instrumentation, I asked for a lollipop. I mean hell, if my kids get a lollipop after a shot I deserve some kind of perk after a doctor uses a vaginal transducer to look at my tonsils. He is anti-candy, so he offered me a condom instead. How was that supposed to comfort me? I hobbled out of there like I had a cinderblock wedged in my crack, and he thinks a condom is going to make me feel better?

As a salve for my wounded ego, Hubbie and I browsed a local electronics store. I left feeling more depressed than when I arrived. For the out-of-pocket price I paid my doctor, I could have bought myself a sorely needed new laptop.

After a long and emotional day, I learned that as much as I love my husband, I'd rather have my girlfriend hang with me at the OB. I learned that when women want chocolate, men will offer them condoms. I learned that when faced with a coveted laptop upgrade or taking care of my health, as much as it pains me I go the responsible route. I learned that a photo of my husband in those glorious paper robes will help dry any amount of tears.