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Can We Skip the Scale?
Honestly, I feel bloated for most of the month. I don’t need three numbers glaring at me, reminding me to avoid fast food on my way home. A simple visual assessment would suffice; if I look a bit fuller, just let it go.
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Is There a Place for My Clothes?
I would appreciate seeing a designated spot to hang my coat and clothing in the exam room. Hiding my underwear under wadded-up jeans on a chair that countless others have used is just not my idea of comfort.
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The Last Day of My Last Cycle?
That’s a real knee-slapper! I can’t even recall what I had for breakfast, let alone the specifics of my last period. Let’s just say it was roughly a month ago and expedite this process, shall we?
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Can We Dim the Lights?
You know what’s worse for self-esteem than an unexpected visit from a celebrity? Harsh fluorescent lighting. It’s like there’s a spotlight on my insecurities—do we really need it?
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Do You Have a Larger Cover-Up?
I’m not a toddler anymore. I weigh more than 50 pounds and am definitely taller than three feet. A proper blanket or throw, preferably not made of tissue paper, would be ideal. Maybe that fabric room divider could come in handy?
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Can You Help with the Stirrup Situation?
When I’m lying back trying to distract myself with a crack in the ceiling, it’s a bit much to suddenly be asked to find my own stirrup straps. A little pampering would go a long way—just help me out!
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I Can Slide Down, But…
Sure, I can move further down the table, but I’d rather not accidentally land my backside on your feet. It’s like maneuvering a massive aircraft in a tight space—there’s just not a lot of room for error.
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Whoa, That’s Cold!
Everything from your hands to the tools feels like they’ve just been pulled from a freezer. Would it be too much to ask for a warming tray? Maybe even a glass of wine?
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That’s Quite the Depth!
Yes, it’s a bit uncomfortable. I know doctors have to check in on that, but let’s be real: it hurts. Just ask me to rate the discomfort on a scale from mild annoyance to full-on agony and let’s keep it moving.
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Where Are My Goodies?
Seriously, where’s my parting gift? After enduring all that poking and prodding, I’d love a little something to take home. A new toothbrush from the dentist is nice, but after a gynecological visit, I get nothing. At least a sticker or a discount for a future service would be appreciated!
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In summary, navigating a visit to the gynecologist can be both amusing and uncomfortable. From the awkward positioning on the examination table to the cold instruments, many women share these sentiments, reminding us that understanding and empathy in healthcare go a long way.