Cold Shower
I had big plans to do a sex meme tonight as I am both tired and more than a little anxious about tomorrow’s appointment at the Gynaecology Department. My anxiety comes in two parts - the usual fairly boring ‘what if they find something horrible which ends up with lying on a trolley being wheeled into surgery or being on the front cover of the British Medical Journal (or both); and the other slightly more interesting and definitely more blog-able.
I am not sure what is going to happen tomorrow - whether or not there will be some kind of scan or… exam… I would totally prefer a pen and paper - you have two hours - in a stuffy room type but the physical? No… It’s not the embarrassing exposure part - well, it is but its also…
To put it another way… I’m a little sensitive … and not exactly hard to please…
The last time I had an exam I was asked twice if it was too warm as I looked a little flushed. It was difficult to explain that the slightest touch…
I’m not, thank God, one of those woman who can’t control herself; but it does get hard difficult interesting sometimes trying to think of new ways to take my mind off what is going on… and not suggesting ‘a little to the left and a little harder please’.
I usually try dividing phone numbers by 2 or 3 or something or trying to remember all the lyrics to Stairway To Heaven but that doesn’t help when whoever is examining you is trying to keep up a conversation in a light hearted way.
So my question to you is what is your mental cold shower? Have you ever needed one?
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