Docs and harmony
i had to go to the gyno today. A few weeks ago, i discovered that my prescription for what i affectionately call my harmony pills, had run out. The gyno was on holidays then, so i went to the family doctor, who decided it would be a great thing to switch the strength of the pills on me. Now i am not interested in a lower dosage of anything that is going to push me into early menopause, thank you very much! So after a few weeks of impatiently waiting, i was finally able to get the situation corrected.
i really don't like going to see this gyno, even though he is a very nice man. But there is just something icky about lying on a two-foot wide hard platform that has stirrups at the foot of it, with nothing on but a tiny piece of cotton. Okay, i *know* i have been to a play party where Master had me in nothing but my thong, stockings and waist cincher. But He had my head in that lovely space we both like me to be! The gyno definitely does not have that ability with me. He is pretty witty though, and has a way of speaking that is very brash and disconcerting sometimes. Today, however, i think i had the upper hand.
We began with a discussion of the benefits and side effects of hormone replacement therapy, and where he felt i should be at this stage. Then the conversation turned to my liking or not liking of sex. He always starts out slowly, and usually not asking *me* directly, but rather how the hubster is about it all, and if his needs and mine match. i am still snickering as i think of how high the gyno's eyebrows rose when i said no, not matched at all, but things seemed very well matched with my "Mas..... errrr.. friend".
Now the conversation got a bit more lively as the good doctor tried to sort through all the answers i was giving to his rapid-fire questions. To his comment; "well of course when it is new and when one is "sneaking" a thrill, it is always exciting" and my just as quick reply; "oh, i'm not sneaking anything." and then a full menu of questions on just how all this was being worked out. How the hubster felt about it, to how often i saw my friend. He spent a lot of time looking at his notepad, then casting wary glances at me, then back to the notepad and jotting things down. i think he found it a bit disconcerting that despite the statistics surrounding *older* women .. i.e. over 40 .. i was indeed having a rather active umm ... social life.
i admit i nearly lost my control when he finally looked up at me and said; "so this fellow knows how to *hit* all the right buttons for you then". Gawd!
Finally it was time for the examination, which is the part i really don't like at all. There is just something about have a cold piece of steel inserted into oneself, while trying to act casual and nonchalant, that doesn't sit well with me. And i always feel compelled to comment about how i don't like it. And the doc always feels compelled to say "of course you don't, it's cold steel" Today however, i had to desperately quell my giggling, when i saw the doc peering up at me over the rise of the sheet, with eyebrows raised again, as he discovered i was shaven.
Somehow, i think he was glad that i was his last patient of the day.
*snicker*