Why exactly does a MAN become a gynecologist?
I don’t particular care to confabulate with a member of the opposite sex about my bajingo.
Unless it’s sexytime, and he’s digging in like a Pilgrim at Thanksgiving.
It can’t be that they want a lifetime supply of the fuzzy taco.
Just liken it to a being a dentist. Now imagine how many funky, dirty, diseased teeth you look at in a week.
I prefer to see a woman gynecologist.
However, when I moved to New Jersey, the only one female gynecologist recommended to me had the bedside manner of Irma Grese.
(infamous product of the Nazi’s “Final Solution,” this Auschwitz camp guard was known for her sadistic dedication to her line of work.)
See? I KNOW stuff.
I ended up with a male gynecologist.
My blog is not to provide you with an exegesis of my romantic life because ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
After a recent encounter with someone which may or may not have involved intercourse,
He may or not have been a tad more…comprehensive than I was used to.
I’m not going to brag that I have a super tight vag or anything. Let’s just say, I’m built very small in general.
I can launch a ping pong ball out of my Enchilada of Love and hit a target at twenty paces.
I had an emergency C-section after breaking the hospital record for the longest labor ever.
So, I never had a baby stretch my brake pads to accommodate a 14 inch-diameter. But I’ve seen films of it. Where mommy’s taint looks like an exploding purple eggplant and her anus resembles a small bagel.
I’m sure that probably loosens a gal right up.
*THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE AN EXCERPT FROM MY RECENT DATE:
Him: Jesus, this is like putting my dick in a pencil sharpener!
Me: Ow. Ow. Owww. OWWWWW.
Yeah. He’s not high on my list of men to spend time with. As a matter of fact, I doubt I’ll ever see him again unless
there is a trip to the jewelry store involved he takes me to a lovely dinner first.
A few days later, when it still felt like a Pikachu was slinging electricity at my Republic of Labia, I made an appointment to see the gynecologist.
When I arrived, I was informed that Dr. Norwich was called away to deliver a baby, and that I would be seeing Dr. Patterson.
I like Dr. Norwich, aside from the fact that he and the Ex were watching the Victoria Secret Lingerie Special on the delivery room television. While I was practically dylng in labor and they were shooting me up with Pitocin, otherwise known as Liquid Hell.
My Ex says this never happened, that I was delirious with pain I KNOW WHAT I SAW MOTHERFUCKER.
I don’t know any Dr. Patterson. They told me I could come back another time, but just then a Pikacu aimed a hot pocket right at my snake ranch, so I agreed to see the new guy.
I walked in to greet…
a KARATE DAD. Yes. A father who I see every week at my son’s karate school. Yes. A man who knows me as the crazy karate mom.
He asked, “Is this uncomfortable? Would you like to come back and see another doctor?”
I decided to be mature. Plus, he was cute.
He asked me why I was there, and I really didn’t want to give a KARATE DAD details about my sex life. I just alluded to the fact that I felt some pain, and wanted to make sure I was okay.
He proceeded with the examination.
So, now this karate dad is essentially finger banging me, and asking me questions at the same time.
While in me, (Jesus that sounds strange, even to ME) he said,
“The problem is, your vaginal opening is extremely tight.”
Well done, Captain Obvious!
“Well, I’ve always been built small.”
While still rummaging around in my lady business, he said,
“You need to buy a dildo.”
Let’s marinate in that, shall we?
You know those cartoons where the character gets hit in the head with a frying pan, and their head temporarily takes the shape of a frying pan?
My head did that.
I shook my head hard, and its regular shape came back.
“Buy a DILDO?
That’s your PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL ADVICE?!!
Buy a DILDO?!”
I asked, “Since this is medical, will insurance cover it?”
I was kidding. Sort of. He answered me seriously.
“Well, actually, there are vaginal dilators sold by medical companies, but not all insurance plans…”
With my newly fucktified Obamacare plan, do you really think a dildo’s gonna be covered? If I had a surfeit of spare time, it would probably make for a whimsical afternoon on the phone.
He pulled out (sounds really weird again), snapped off his rubber gloves, and said,
“Yep. Use it or lose it.”
“Excuse me? Did you just say, use it or lose it?”
I searched the examining room for cameras, because surely I was being Punk’d.
I decided I was going to fuck with him. Just because.
“Where do I get a dildo?”
Now, I KNOW where to buy sexy toys. I have to go on a 30 mile odyssey to procure them, because there are no local dildo stores. As a matter of fact, on my last pilgrimage to the sex toy store, my guy (yes, I have a “guy.” DON’T JUDGE) totally upsold me.
I wanted a standard garden variety vibrator, and he sold me a ridiculously over priced Power Tool with 10 speeds that hula hoops, glows in the dark, operates under water, sorts my laundry and files my taxes.
I only asked the doc because I wanted to see if HE knew where to buy them.
He said, “there are shops…” and he just kind of trailed off.
He TOTALLY knows where to buy them. Pfffft.
I told all my friends what had happened. Here are some of the responses I got:
1. Pics or it didn’t happen.
2. Can I help? (insert stupid winky emoticon here).
3. The dildo might help to get your juices flowing but if all else fails just have sex only with men with smaller penises. (Seriously? On PURPOSE?).
4. It doesn’t make sense, dumbass. It hurts to put a dick in it, so his advice is to put a fake dick in it instead?
5. If you studied Kamasutra, you will understand that there are three types of Vaginas; the Elephant (wide), the deer (moderate) and the rabbit (tiny). You are a rabbit.
Embrace the rabbit. (ignore this person; they’re vegan)
6. Sheabutter, giirrlll! It can conquer poverty. (my friends are very strange)
7. Look at the bright side. At least you haven’t blown out your vagina like most women your age. (I am no longer speaking to this “friend“)
This is not the first time someone has told me to go fuck myself.
It’s just never been… medically advised.
What’s the strangest medical advice you’ve ever received?
Does this doctor sound like a quack?
Have you ever had a completely awkward doctor visit?
What’s your favorite adult toy?
Talk to me. I’m listening.