It’s time for yet another installment of “The Peeps at the Vaginalyzer’s Office Have No Idea How to Handle Me”:
Me (writing name on sign-in sheet): I’m here and I brought my vagina!
Clueless Receptionist: Pardon me?
Nurse: Hey crazy, how you feeling?
Me: Like I need a margarita.
Clueless Receptionist: It’s kind of early for a drink, isn’t it? It’s only 10:30.
Nurse: Well, that…and she’s pregnant.
Me: So THAT’s why I have an appointment with a OBGYN! Really the pregnant thing was my greater deterrent. Lord knows I’d normally be through a fifth of vodka this time of day.
Clueless Receptionist: *blink, blink*
Rocco (whispering): Oh Jesus.
Nurse: You don’t have that much longer until you can have a drink every now and again, girl.
Clueless Receptionist (flips through chart): Actually, you have quite some time before you can drink.
Nurse: Well, just until the child finishes developing. You know…
Me: So like, when the kid is 35?
Don’t even get me started on just how well the doctor received my pee jug jokes…
that kid’s first words are going to be itsmotherfuckingboozetime.
Heh. Wait’ll you see the onesie I’m working on…
Just so long as none of those humourless wretches calls Child Protection Services . . . .
That’s what Rocco said. You two might be the same person.
OMG too, too funny.
Bob beat me to it up there! More, more, more. This stuff is gold Elly!
So’s my vagina. I dunno. That just seemed like the way to go in the moment. Damn allergies.
Hah! I can’t wait to hear how the day care providers respond when you tell them that Lil’ Bugginword prefers her martini’s on the dry side.
No child of mine will drink gin! Like any good southerner, we’ll start the parasite on SoCo.
Oh my…senior trip to Panama City Beach, my first real drunk was on SoCo. I haven’t had a sip since. I moved on to JD.
That’s a good starter booze. I’ve found you’ve got to get the toddlers slowly acclimate to the sweet stuff, before you ween them onto pure homemade Corn Whiskey.
What? It’s 100% organic!
Thank Morgan Freeman for the nurse! Othewise I’d question your vagina-whisperer judgement.
He chose a profession where he’s elbow deep in hooches all day. Go ahead and question his judgment.
I don’t know which is better: traumatizing a clueless person or having one who plays along. I’m gonna go with traumatizing because I find the suffering of clueless people funny.
It’s all the better when you can have them both! And cheesecake.
Somehow I missed the google connect on my previous visits. Cool! It’s so much easier to follow now!
Some of my warmest memories are of chit chatting about which beachside resorts to visit in Mexico with my Ob/Gyn while he was wrist deep in my lady bits. Fun.
Wait, because I can’t construct a sentence it sounds like i’m planning a romantic getaway with my doctor while he fists me.
I’m a walking nightmare.
….an arsenal of doom. You kill conversation as you walk into the room. You’re a three line whip. You’re the sort of thing they ban. You’re a walking disaster. You’re the demolition man. Ba dum bum, ba dum bum, ba dum bum bum bum!
Okay, the little Elly/Duff song exchange just actually turned me on.
Can we three make out, por favor?
Err…maybe after Elly shoots the alien out of her vag.
Four’s a crowd and all.
– B x
HAA! Please don’t ever get a muzzle!!!
$20 bucks says that vaginalyzer will sedate me the second I go into labor.
You should go on a stand-up comedy vagina tour of all the ob/gyns in the area until you find a more receptive crowd. If they can’t catch your jokes, are they really trustworthy to catch your baby? Hmmm?
Take my vagina…PLEASE!
Also, this made me think of you.
I oh so wish I ran into more people like you at the doctor’s…
I think every doctor needs you.
Not my dad.
I would laugh at all of your pee jokes. All of them.
I’d make up extra special ones, just for you. I might even bring props.
Replacing all forms of hello-like greetings with I’M HERE AND I’VE BROUGHT MY VAGINA!
It’s like Aloha. You can use it to mean just about anything – hello, goodbye, who feels yeasty, etc.
I think I’ve met that clueless/humourless receptionist. Everywhere.
P.S. Your post reminds me of Chelle’s post about visiting the doctor’s office with her kids when they encountered condoms. Awkward hilarity ensued. Check it out.
I remember it well. Still giggling.
I have an appointment with my NEW obgyn soon. I am now looking forward to it. I will wear my sparkly taco t-shirt and announce the arrival of me……and my vagina.
OR…you could actually sparkle your taco. Just saying.
I would be an awful OBGYN. I would make sure everyone got a drink while waiting…
I would go to medical school just for the chance to get down there and say ” oh god, THAT is what it looks like full on?!?!”
I would go just for the access to my own prescription pad.
Make sure you ask for vodka in the labor room. I asked for a cigarette and the wrath of god descended upon me. It was pretty darn hilarious.
Consider yourself lucky: Literal Man or Literal Woman is a very rare species…
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