The trip to his office is normally around 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare.
As most women do I'm sure, I try to take a little extra effort over hygiene before such visits. But this time I obviously wouldn't have time for the full effort.
I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a quick wash in "that area".
I was in the waiting room for only a few moments when he called me in. Knowing the procedure as I'm sure you all do, I hopped up on the table, and then looked at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My... we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven't we," but I didn't respond.
The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.
Around 8:30 that evening, my teen age daughter who was fixing to go to a school dance called down from upstairs,
"Mum, where's my washcloth?"
I called up for her to get another one from the linen cabinet.
She called back, "No... I need the one that was here by the sink...
........it had all my glitter and sparkles in it."