Too Tired For Puns.
Yesterday I encountered, for the first time, promotional stirrup covers. Are you familiar with these? Little mittens that slip over the stirrups in an exam room, little mittens advertising pharmaceutical products?
I found them peculiar. Have pharmaceutical companies found these to be effective? Do women nestling themselves in for a wanding see these promotional stirrup mittens through the frame of their thighs and think “Hmm. Trivoril. I should Ask My Doctor about Trivoril—as soon as she removes her fingers from my vagina.”
Really, I am too tired to write about the appointment—I feel flattened. I would like very much to crawl into a hole in the wall, pulling a bottle of wine and an electric blanket after me, and not emerging until…well, do I have to emerge at all? Couldn’t I just stay in here?
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Ha ha, I like your train of thought in the stirrups.
At my appt a few weeks ago, my stirrups sported fuzzy jack-o-lantern covers. How festive. Almost made me forget that I wasn’t wearing pants.
ALMOST.
I’ll be waiting to hear about the appt. Be well until then.
Oh yes, I’m familiar with those. At least at the RE’s office they’re advertisments for gonal-f. At the OB-Gyn’s office, where I had to go this week for my annual, the back door was covered by an enormous poster on the stages of birth sponsored by some prenatal vitamin manufacturer.
Nah, mine are always just cheesy potholders. Really cheesy. Like, dollar store variety cheesy. Though I admit I haven’t really noticed them lately - I think maybe the new RE’s office has the advertisement covers, and I’ve just been too distracted to notice. Or something.
Is there room for company in your hole? I don’t need a blanket and I’ll bring my own wine.
Mine doesn’t even have covers. We use those knee holder things and they’re just covered in plastic. Your clinic must be much more upmarket than mine.
We’ll be here when you emerge from the hole.