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Monday, May 16, 2011

WARNING: Female topic, guys you have been warned...

So I went to the OB/Gyn today. I had this stupid, annoying bleeding problem, and it got bad enough last weeks that it freaked me out. So I called on Friday, and she told me to start taking iron supplements, come in for a blood test and make an appointment.

So I did all that, and it slowed down over the weekend, thank goodness, and I went in for my appointment this morning.

So the nurse has me undress, and she puts down one of those big incontinence pads for me to sit on.

Well I don't know why this struck me so funny, but after she left the room, and I had undressed and sat down on it, I just broke down in hysterical laughter. And then I remembered a funny incident from the past.

We had a big party for my father-in-law's 70th birthday, and his sister Isolde was coming from Germany. She had never gone farther than 20 miles in any direction, and my in-laws had to lie to her about the length of the flight, and the distance of the drive from Northern California to Southern California, or she wouldn't have agreed to come.

Apparently, she had a wee bit of an incontinence problem, and was a bit worried about how she was going to hold up. Well she made it here, and never once said word that I heard about how the supposed 2 hour flight and 1 hour drive were more like 11 hours and 8 hours.

When she arrived, my mother-in-law pulled out these incontinence pads that she had bought (just like the one in the doctor's office), and some Depends. The Aunt looked at them, and started laughing, and said she wasn't nearly that bad.

Ah yes, well that side of the family is ever so helpful and always prepared. I wonder what MIL ever did with that stuff. Probably asked around and found somebody who needed them.

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