I recently switched gynecologists because my insurance changed, and I had my first appointment with a new doctor last week. I was already feeling a bit anxious because, let’s be honest, nobody *loves* going to the gynecologist. It’s just one of those necessary evils, right? Anyway, the appointment started off normally enough. The nurse took my vitals, asked about my medical history, and then left me to wait for the doctor. I was trying to distract myself by scrolling through Instagram, but my nerves were still on edge. I kept thinking about all the awkward questions the doctor might ask, and I was just generally feeling self-conscious. Finally, the doctor came in, introduced himself, and we started the exam. Everything seemed pretty standard at first. He asked the usual questions, checked my blood pressure, and then it was time for the actual examination. I was lying there, trying to relax, when he suddenly said something that completely threw me for a loop. He leaned in and whispered, “Your husband is a lucky guy!”
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My immediate reaction was shock and then anger. I mean, who says that? It felt so inappropriate and objectifying. I was lying there, vulnerable, and this doctor was making a completely unprofessional comment about my body and my husband’s supposed good fortune. [“I FELT SO DISGUSTED”]. I wanted to punch him, I wanted to scream, I wanted to report him to the medical board. All these thoughts were racing through my head. I was just about to launch into a tirade about professional boundaries and the objectification of women when he finished the exam and left the room. I was seething as I got dressed, vowing to file a complaint as soon as I got home. The whole experience left me feeling violated and incredibly uncomfortable.
I drove home in a fury, replaying the gynecologist’s comment in my head over and over again. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I couldn’t believe that a medical professional would say something so inappropriate and objectifying. It felt like a complete betrayal of trust. As soon as I got home, I stormed into the bedroom, ready to tell my husband about the horrible experience I had just endured. I was going to tell him exactly what the doctor had said and how it had made me feel. I was going to demand that he support me in filing a complaint against the doctor. I was ready to unleash my anger and frustration.
But then, something completely unexpected happened. As I was changing out of my clothes, I noticed something strange about the underwear I was wearing. I had grabbed them from the drawer in a hurry that morning, not paying much attention to which pair I had chosen. But as I looked down, I realized that these weren’t my underwear at all. They were a pair of my husband’s boxers. I often borrow his clothes because they are comfy.
And then I saw it. There, emblazoned across the back of the boxers in big, bold letters, were the words “PROPERTY OF THE GOLDEN GLOBES CLEANING CREW.” My husband had worked as a cleaner for a celebrity event last weekend and had accidentally brought home a pair of boxers from there. [“OMG I WAS MORTIFIED!”].
Suddenly, the gynecologist’s comment made perfect sense. He wasn’t being inappropriate or objectifying me at all. He was simply making a lighthearted observation about the unusual underwear I was wearing. The realization washed over me like a wave of embarrassment. I had completely misconstrued his words and jumped to the wrong conclusion. I felt like an idiot. [“I WANTED THE EARTH TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE”].
Instead of being furious, I was now laughing hysterically. I couldn’t believe the series of misunderstandings that had led to this moment. I immediately called my husband and told him the whole story. We both had a good laugh about it. In the end, I decided not to file a complaint against the gynecologist. After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong. It was all just a big, hilarious misunderstanding. And now, every time I think about that appointment, I can’t help but smile. It’s a reminder to always consider all the possibilities before jumping to conclusions. And maybe, just maybe, to double-check my underwear before leaving the house.
