You heard me. I wore “house shoes” as my mother called them…..to the gynecologist. yup…I’m not proud. I was actually pretty mortified.

Here it is. The week of Thanksgiving. Just a mom trying to get one child on the bus and the other focused and ready for virtual learning. If get a workout in just after the bus comes, then it’s on to my side hustle; marketing Black Friday sales for a local small business.

All I know, I was trying to get a press release finished up before my annual…dreaded….ob/gyn appointment. It was at 2:15 but you know you should leave an hour early for the whole come-early-cuz-we-have-to-ask-if-you-have-diarrhea-and-take-your-temp…you know standard “Covid check 2020”. Even though I know they typically run half an hour late anyway, I am a girl that likes to be on time. It’s how I’m programmed.

So, back to the clock; I had showered, shaved…..I need to at least finish a rough draft of my press release, I need to leave early…..I need……..ahhh…eat lunch. I haven’t eaten lunch. It’s almost 2pm. I shoved down lunch and off I go. I find a great parking spot, I survive my CSI level Covid questioning. Temp is normal. Sticker on my boob. 97.6. Onward to 4th floor.

Destination OB/GYN. I check in. I’m a little bummed that all the magazines are gone. There is almost nothing better to a mom than a quiet reception lobby and a People magazine. No worries. I have a phone. I can check my email…….crossed my legs. Oh, shit. I am wearing slippers. SLIPPERS….To the gynecologist. I worked in a shower AND shaved my lady parts for this?! Yet, I am wearing slippers. To the gynecologist. Sigh.

But then….Thank you, Jesus! A man came in. A sweet, older black man came in and asked the receptionist. Actually, he told her “I know I’m in the right place! This is the urologist, right?” “Ummmm…no sir, this is a gynecologist office…”. That’s right. Ha ha! not the urologist. Ha! We all giggle. Then it is quiet. I don’t think anyone noticed my slippers but I definitely felt better after that.

Next, the nurse came to get me and I had to make my walk of shame to the back. She asked me to step on the scale. Then I made my confession and we both laughed. She gives me a gown and asks me to undress. I never know what the proper etiquette is for he OB. a when you take off your clothes do you fold them nicely on the extra chair. Do I hide my folded panties? Now that I’ve made it this far should I just leave my slippers on and just own it? Like a boss. Right up in the stirrups? It was tempting actually. It would only be funnier to not say a word about it. When all was said and done I took them off and carefully placed them on top of my folded panties to complete my clothing tower.

I wish this was my most embarrassing doctor moment but it doesn’t come close. See link below…

a 90’s thing Enjoy! I really should move or at least get new doctors.

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