I did a scrapbook page about the many changes to my look over the years: I didn't realize how many times I've changed my hairstyle! I consider myself a simple person, always taking care of other people and their hair problems, but never taking time out for myself. Since I'm no-fuss, I really don't mind, but lately I've been realizing that I've got to take care of me! I'm even going to start visiting the dentist more regular,(heck, the cleanings are FREE)!!! and I'm taking time off to see my family provider-getting my women's wellness check up-no matter how much I hate it (scooch down, please, a little more, a little more....)!
Check this story out:
Radio stations routinely pay money to people so that they will tell their most embarrassing stories on the air. Here is what is believed to be a story of a "lucky" winner of one of these contests:
I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologist, when early one morning I received a call from his office saying that I had been rescheduled for early that same morning at 9:30 AM. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in "that area" in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in.Knowing the procedure, as I am sure all women do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from here. I was a little surprised when he 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. The rest of the day went as usual: some shopping, cleaning, the evening meal, etc. At about 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter was getting ready for a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, "Mom... where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another from the cabinet. She called back, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."Well, I'm impressed!
I read in a magazine somewhere that it's best to write down your concerns to address to the doctor when you think about them, I'm going to try that even though all we get is a measly 15 minutes! I'd better talk fast!