I did like the nice lady doctor though, because she was friendly and took the time to talk to me while I was still dressed. (Although I realized later that she wasn't wearing a white coat and wondered if maybe she was just some person who wandered in off the streets because she likes to put sticks in women's baginas?) She didn't even lecture me (much) for having waited so long between appointments (so long that I couldn't even really remember how long.)
I was trying to read Stiff, probably not the best choice for the doctor's office) while I waited for the nice lady doctor in the exam room, but I couldn't really concentrate, because I knew a total stranger would be walking through the door at any minute to get up close and personal with my lady business. As I looked around the room, I noticed lots of cat stuff: cat pictures, cat figurines, cat paitings. When the doctor did turn up, I asked her if this was the cat room. "Yes!" She seemed excited that I had noticed, so I didn't make the obvious jokes about the Pussy Room or if they had put me in there because I am a lesbian. (Although, in all honesty, they didn't know that when they put me in there.)
She did the exam and it was quick and efficient and she managed to keep pleasant conversation going during it. (I'm not going to tell you about when she asked me if she could do a "gentle rectal exam.") Afterward, I was pretty sure that we were now married, but I guess she didn't feel the same way.
So I got the test results back and everything is fine, so I guess my hoohaa will live to, uh, hoo and haa another day. Hooray for the Noonie doctor! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?
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