Doctor office dizziness
So there I was in a cold sweat, staring at the floor while another man felt my wife's breasts . . .
No, this isn't some kinky swingers post -- maybe you should check out my wife's blog about our long, frustrating day being shuffled between doctors. The long and the short on the medical end is that my wife has been having some bloody discharge from her breasts which we both rightfully find alarming. She called her OB-GYN over the weekend and was told to show up first thing Monday morning.
Well, after spending the better part of two hours in the waiting room at the OB-GYN practice, we finally got squeezed in to see the doctor. That was where things started to go downhill for me. I have a long history of doctorofficeophobia. Rarely can I go through a doctor or dentist appointment without breaking into a cold sweat, losing circulation to my hands, seeing blotches or having a ringing in my ears. Sure enough, as my wife was being examined by the doctor, all of the above symptoms came crashing down on me. Of course, not only did I not want to distract the doctor, I didn't want to worry my wife, who has enough worries of her own.
Fortunately, by surreptitiously lowering my head between my knees, I managed to catch myself before passing out, and I don't think the doctor even noticed. Of course my wife noticed -- she's been through this before (I nearly passed out when she had her Lasik eye surgery done as well). By the time we got out of the OB-GYN and got to the specialist's office, the decision was made that it would behoove both of us if I stayed in the waiting room while my wife headed into the examination room.
If I can't get past my doctorofficeophobia, how can I ever expect to make it to the big stage -- the delivery room? Any suggestions or any other stories about squeamish husbands?
No, this isn't some kinky swingers post -- maybe you should check out my wife's blog about our long, frustrating day being shuffled between doctors. The long and the short on the medical end is that my wife has been having some bloody discharge from her breasts which we both rightfully find alarming. She called her OB-GYN over the weekend and was told to show up first thing Monday morning.
Well, after spending the better part of two hours in the waiting room at the OB-GYN practice, we finally got squeezed in to see the doctor. That was where things started to go downhill for me. I have a long history of doctorofficeophobia. Rarely can I go through a doctor or dentist appointment without breaking into a cold sweat, losing circulation to my hands, seeing blotches or having a ringing in my ears. Sure enough, as my wife was being examined by the doctor, all of the above symptoms came crashing down on me. Of course, not only did I not want to distract the doctor, I didn't want to worry my wife, who has enough worries of her own.
Fortunately, by surreptitiously lowering my head between my knees, I managed to catch myself before passing out, and I don't think the doctor even noticed. Of course my wife noticed -- she's been through this before (I nearly passed out when she had her Lasik eye surgery done as well). By the time we got out of the OB-GYN and got to the specialist's office, the decision was made that it would behoove both of us if I stayed in the waiting room while my wife headed into the examination room.
If I can't get past my doctorofficeophobia, how can I ever expect to make it to the big stage -- the delivery room? Any suggestions or any other stories about squeamish husbands?
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