I don’t know why I even see an OBGYN anymore. The birth control conversation is over, fertility is moot, and even yeast infections are a young woman’s game. Now it’s just a matter of waiting to wet my pants.
For the past 10 years, the primary purpose of my annual lady-parts checkup has been my doctor telling me that incontinence is in my future.
Every exam she asks me, in so many words, if I’m peeing my pants yet. I would think she was just checking a box by asking the standard questions, but she asks me during my exam. While she’s looking at the parts of my body that have thus far done a stellar job of keeping everything where it’s supposed to be.
As if lying on a table wearing a paper gown with my knee socks in stirrups wasn’t humiliating enough, she’s got to conjure up the least ladylike thing short of a colostomy bag. [Read more…] about Incontinence, Impress Me