The Facecloth
There is not a woman alivetoday who won't crack up over this!I was due for a cancer smear with the doctor later in the week. Early onemorning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I hadbeen rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am .. I had only just packedeveryone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 am. Thetrip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time tospare.As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene whenmaking such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make thefull effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, wet the facecloththat was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in thatarea to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the facecloth in theclothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, lookedover at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris orsome other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when thedoctor said, 'My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?'I didn't respond.After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The restof the day was normal - some shopping, cleaning, & cooking.After school when my 7 year old daughter was playing, she called out fromthe bathroom, 'Mummy, where's my facecloth?'I told her to get another one from the cupboard.She replied, 'No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter saved inside it.
'NEVER going back to that doctor ever
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