Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Stirrups but no cowboy

So there I am at my gyno's office for my 'poke n' prod.' This is my first appointment with him since I spotted him at my gym. Is he going to mention it? And if he does, will he be able to resuscitate me when I faint from embarassment??

Since I haven't been his patient for too long, there has never been a "full exam" in his office...till now.

Exactly how do you have a friendly conversation with a cute, single man whose hands are on your breasts and one of you has entirely too many clothes on??? Apparently, you keep the topic to purely medical things.

He's not a sports fan (we'd already established this), but we did a bit of banter on the Super Bowl while he gave me a pelvic. Oh yay!

So far, so good.

He asked about my plans for Spring Training and I explained that Firecracker and I have everything all set. Although he's not a sports fan, he does love to go to games at Wrigley Field. (Oh great! Another place to run into him.)

At the end of the appointment, he mentioned that if all of the tests are normal, I can go back to my yearly appointments instead of the half-yearly ones we've been having the last 18 months or so.

"Yep, seeing each other every six months, people could begin to talk," I joked. He laughed!

"Well, guess I'll see you next year," I said, anticipating normal test results.

"Actually, you might see me more often than that. You work out at that Multiplex, right?"

I tried to act surprised as I looked into his huge cornflower blue eyes, "Um, yeah."

"Yeah, I've seen you there."

OMG, does this mean I have to talk to him when I see him at the gym?!?! Are we going to be workout buddies or something?!?!?

4 comments:

Maple said...

Oh no! Just what you didn't want to happen. At least he waited until after he took his hands off you to mention seeing you at the gym.

Anonymous said...

omg...that is just too hilarious. Knowing me and my eternal awkwardness I'd either change gyms or gynos, whichever was easier.

Violet said...

Oh my gosh, how awkward!!!

Paul the Limey said...

Isn't there a ruke somewhere that states that women love doctors and surgeons just so long as they specialise north of the Navel.. Which reminds me of an old joke... A gyno friend of mine invited me round to see his newly decorated appartment. He asked me if I liked the decor in the hall - and then told me he'd done the entire thing though his letter box!