I Was Violated

Sigh.

I went to the clinic today for my Yearly Violation Routine. I lost nearly 2 hours at work and believe me, I'd rather be at work. This time, I had a student with the doctor.

Sigh.

The doctor was poking things that I didn't even realize existed until that moment. "See?" she'd say. "That tells you she hasn't ever given birth." Yeah, I coulda told ya that--just get on with it!

On the way out, the student thanked me. "Hey, no problem!" I laughed. "Anytime! See you next year!"

I got my pills and got out of Dodge.
One thing I never understood is why the doctor feels she has to chit-chat while the process is going on. There I am, feet in the stirrups, trying to maintain some sense of muscle relaxation and she always feels like she's gotta chit-chat.

Honestly, it's worse than the dentist trying to chat. Hey, yeah, mash on my boobs a little harder! Work? Oh, it's fine! Not lookin' forward to summer--Hey don't poke me there, that's private!

Leave me be and let me picture a pretty beach and hear the gulls chirping and the water rushing to the shore--Hey! Put the metal tongs down! Back away from the cotton swabs!! I said Good Day to you Madam!