Today I sat in a room filled with men - the one woman among them. A room full of men sitting in the Urologist's waiting room. Men who all had about 20-30 years on me - some deaf, some crippled. The faint scent of ammonia hung in the air - seriously. This was new territory for me. Dh has seen a urologist a time or two - but not me. I have to say - I was rather disappointed in the waiting room literature. My bad - forgot my book. A couple men wrestled over the lone issue of Time. The issue that had Mother Theresa's image on the front (Yes, the same Mother Theresa who hasn't graced the cover of Time for a few years now). My choices were an Entertainment Weekly announcing the new fall line-up for 2007 (little did we know about the writer's strike looming on the horizon) and Prostrate Health Monthly. Hmmmm . . .
The nurses were all barely old enough to drive. They often had to repeat the patients' names as they called them in turn, getting progressively louder each time. After the fourth or fifth call, an elderly gentleman would get to his feet and shuffle slowly to the door. I so do not belong here!
Finally it was my turn. Eager to get out of the waiting room and hoping the exam rooms might have the better reading material, I quickly jumped to my feet.
The exam room proffered less literary satisfaction. There was an outdated Good Housekeeping (who vacuums in a dress and pearls anymore?) and the issue of People that, I kid you not, the newest piece of magazine tripe in the whole office and it is the issue with JLo and her twins on the cover. OY!
Fortunately, I was spared any long waits with the "opulent nursery a deux".
Now, I've had an ultrasound or two - abdominally and the other way. I've also had a catheter on more than a few occasions. Never have I had a catheter that was also a camera (nor had this particular part of my anatomy assaulted in such a manner sans epidural). Yes, it is as unpleasant and uncomfortable as it sounds . . . particularly when this heretofore perfect stranger not only shoves a catheter cam up your pee pee, but also fills your bladder with fluid - COLD fluid no less and then in all seriousness asks you to cough.
He didn't even buy me dinner first.