A hoo-ha to remember??!?!

Saw the lady-parts doctor today, for my annual bout of humiliation in stirrups. The good thing is that I got to see the doc I used to have, years ago, before my insurance changed and would no longer cover visits with her. Since she's the best lady-parts doc EVER, I'm thrilled to have her back.

As thrilled as one can be, while sitting in a paper "gown," and sliding down so one's ass meets the end of the table.

She walked into the exam room, looked at me, and asked if we'd met before.

I was shocked, as it's been more than a decade since I've seen her. Yes, I told her, I used to be a patient of yours, years ago.

You have no idea how glad I was that she was looking at my face while we were having this conversation.

Oh, and as a parting gift, I received a copy of this:

Yes, it's for ladies of a certain age. Who are in or are approaching The Change. Could the name of the publication be more ridiculous?

It's my own fault; I mentioned that I thought I was peri-menopausal (it's possible, as much as ten years before), and she was just trying to be helpful.

Still. Get me my walker and warm up my rocking chair, kids! I'm officially old.