I received an unexpected call from my gynecologist’s office one morning, informing me that my scheduled appointment had been rescheduled for that same morning. With only 45 minutes to spare, I rushed to get ready, knowing I had to make a good impression.
As I quickly washed up, I thought I had done enough to feel presentable. I threw on some clothes, jumped in the car, and sped to the doctor’s office. After a brief wait in the waiting room, I was called in for my appointment.
As I settled into the examination table, I tried to distract myself by imagining I was somewhere else. But my reverie was short-lived, as the doctor made a comment that caught me off guard: “You’ve certainly made an effort this morning, haven’t you?” I chose not to respond, hoping to brush off the awkward moment.
The rest of the appointment was uneventful, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I headed home. The day went on as usual, with shopping, cleaning, and cooking. But little did I know, the most embarrassing part of my day was yet to come.
When my 6-year-old daughter came home from school, she asked me where her favorite washcloth was. I told her to grab another one from the cupboard, but she insisted on finding the one she had left by the sink. And then it hit me – the washcloth she was talking about was the very same one I had used earlier that morning.
My daughter’s next words made my face turn bright red: “I need the one with all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.” I realized, to my horror, that I had inadvertently taken her sparkly washcloth and used it to clean myself before the doctor’s appointment.
I couldn’t believe my carelessness, and I knew right then and there that I would never be able to face that doctor again. The embarrassment was just too much to bear.
