She’s been with the one guy all her life. And lots to think about now. She made a call this morning and lucked into a cancellation at the gynecologist’s. First good news in a while.
“And why are you here?” asked the perky assistant in the exam room.
“My husband is having an affair and I need to get tested…..for whatever I need to get tested for.”
“Oh.” The girl wouldn’t make eye contact.
“Yes, I need to know what to prepare.”
Phoebe’s blood pressure was 20 points higher than usual, but otherwise she was proud of how she was managing everything. Had the presence of mind to get her outfit together, with the right jewelry. “Helps,” she said later, “It really does. A little.” Although before the doctor came in she had to take off the bottom half.
“Scoot down,” said the doctor. “Down farther. Farther.”
“You’re tender there.”
“Them’s tender parts.”
“I’m just doing the regular moves.”
“Maybe they’re regular for you.”
“You’ll probably spot a bit,” the doctor held out a basket of pads.
Next Phoebe went one floor up for the blood draw. Tried not to think of the long list of things she was being tested for.