Reason # 973549504858 why men have it easier!

Hope this post isn’t too much information, but you know this is the life of ALL women and most of my readers I would assume are all women. So let’s just pretend we’re all gathered together having a round table discussion and a little bit of chit-chat.

It’s happens every year. The dreaded yearly. And my yearly came today (man how that year flies) so this is all fresh in my mind. Aren’t ya’ll lucky!

You get there and then you have to fill out a gazillion papers as if you didn’t just do this last year and they don’t have it on file.

Then your name is called and the first stop is to the restroom where you have to tinkle on command. Don’t you just love that? No pressure or anything. I always am so worried that I just won’t be able to do this, ha. Anyone else have this issue?

Then comes the blood pressure check where I immediately warn the nurse that my blood pressure is going to be high because it’s just a doctor thing and to take no offense. Afterall, I have the white coat syndrome. If you don’t know what that is, google it. You just might find you have it yourself.

They check my temp, good to go. Then there’s the finger prick to test my iron. I have to turn my head as they try to squeeze all the blood from my poor finger to fill the tiny tube. Oh, I kid, wasn’t that bad!

Then there’s the dreaded walk to the exam room where you are then instructed to strip down into a paper gown and told the doctor will be in shortly. And in those short few minutes the room suddenly gets a little bit colder. Could be the paper gown, you think?

Then you hear the knock on the door and the doctor walks in. Time for the examination. No number two pencils involved, although at that precise moment you sincerely wish it were that type of examination.

Exam proceeds. Will leave it at that.

Light years later (at least it feels that way) the non-number two pencil exam ends. You’re told to get dressed and then meet the doctor back in the office. You get dressed and then the room all the sudden warms back up again. Note to all of you, clothes warm the body, who knew?

You meet the doctor back in the office with a smile on their face and you’re left pondering and just thinking that it takes a truly special person to have this job! I mean truly special!

You bid your goodbyes until next year when you can have this lovely meet-up again!

Oh, yes…. men certainly have it so much easier! In what other ways do you think men have it easier? Thoughts?