If TMI makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now. I've been having some wicked problems, you know, down below. I've been eating yogurt, administering diflucan, iodine, genetian violet, monistat....everything you can imagine. Last night I kept dreaming it was on fire, my friend did this oil pastel called "The Flaming Vag" once. I think that's what sparked the dream. Today it got unbearabley bad and so Spencer and I spent our sabbath hours at the local instacare. The nurse gave me one of those paper napkins to "cover" with, (yeah, right) and then set a pink bed pan full of specula and other things of the sort. On the front, was this:
Yup. You read correctly, kids. "Vag Tray." Spencer and I immediately burst into uncontrollable giggles. Leave it to us to make a vaginal exam even more uncomfortable.
Ps. It's nothing too serious and I'm on the road to sanity. As for why my husband came with me, well, I can't drive, and he's a VERY good husband.