Shiny Gynie

I was due for an appointment with my gynaecologist late in the week.

Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am.

The trip to her office took about thirty five minutes, so I didn't have much time to spare. As most women do, I like to make a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, wet the wash-cloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable.

I threw the wash-cloth in the clothes basket, grabbed some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day was normal: some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mum, where's my wash-cloth?" I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."