Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Since a week can't go by without me shelling out hard earned dough as co-pays, I went back to the lady parts doctor this week.  Ironically, it was the day that in class I shirked from a spider.  As I protected myself with the podium and told my underclassmen to "kill that thing, don't hold back," several students laughed.  Several weeks ago something similar occurred, and they got to learn that in my youth my brother put spiders in my sock drawer.  Thirty-some years later that is almost funny.  Well, my students said I should lead them and how would they not be afraid with me showing my fear.  We chuckled, and I told them to "do what I say and not what I do." Ha! None-the-less, in the thread of leading--and as I said on my Facebook status while at the gyno's office--ladies should go see their lady parts doctors.  So why was I back two weeks after my annual? My Pap was clear, no HPV . . . cysts, that's what.  There's one sitting at 4.9 on my l...

While sitting in the waiting room of the OBGYN's office, I sent a text to four of my girlfriends reminding them of where I was.  I updated my status on FB remarking about being in the lady parts doctor's office.  Seems my willingness to go semi-public with my lady parts visit reminded several of my friends that they needed to see their girl parts person.  Score one for the sisterhood, right? While sitting in the waiting room I ran into an old co-worker.  We chatted, not about lady parts, but it was nice to catch up.  Only I could have the run into someone you know at the lady parts.   Then, while sitting on the table, waiting for the Dr. to come in, I sent a text to four of my girl pals about the pepto pink walls, the open in the front robe, and the impending stir-ups.  I asked if they were jealous.  Seems no one was.  I made jokes about the Franks resurfacing and being allergic to functional men.  My Dr. seemed to still get my humor...