Men, you might want to skip this one.

Unfortunately, I was informed a couple of months ago that my obgyn retired. I learned this in a letter a couple of weeks after my annual check-up. Could he have not told me then? I mean, you’re looking at my most private parts, you can pretty much tell me anything.

The thought of having to find a new doctor in this field is not appealing to me. I just got settled in with my old doctor, and he’d been my doctor since before Beau and I got married (minus the six years we lived in Tulsa).
I decided I needed to have some criteria that my next possible doctor must meet.
Here goes:
#1 – You must not be young or good-looking. Too awkward.
#2 – You must not be older than 70. Too creepy and close to retirement.
#3 – You must not make eye contact with me during the breast exam. Again, awkward.
#4 – You must not make small talk when doing the breast or other exam. Same awkwardness.
#5 – Warm hands are a must. Dry, scaly hands are a must-not.
#6 – You must not have goofy, silly pictures on the ceiling. Seriously. This is not funny or amusing. Just do what you gotta do and do it quickly.
#7 – The stirrups may not be covered with furry tigers or any other animal for that matter.
#8 – And, just for your information, peeing in a cup …. HARD … VERY HARD. Please don’t ever ask me to do it again.
#9 – I must be comfortable talking with you about intimate details related to my most private parts. You are not allowed to giggle.
#10 – When I do tell you these intimate details, not only are you not allowed to giggle, but you also may not say, “Deal with it,” or “You’re just getting older. It’s perfectly normal.” And, while I’m at it EVERYTHING is not because of hormones. And, I am not perimenopausal. Puh-lease.
(Following video is PG-13. Hi-larious! Julia Louis-Dreyfuss is definitely my long-lost sister. I totally relate to her characters.)
Oh, and I know what you’ll say, … “Go to a woman.” Yeah, I’m trying that. We’ll see how that works out.
FYI: This post was formed in a one-hour-and-fifteen-minute dental procedure. My mouth was open the entire time and I had to pee. That has to be some form of torture somewhere. Painful in several ways. 
And actually, the post started out as why I like to visit the gynecologist more than the dentist, but too many suggestive parallels that some may not have found too humorous, even though I did. (wink)