JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED
A doctor’s visit gives today’s contributor something health insurance doesn’t cover
I am a health nut. I always remember to stay on top of my appointments — doctor, dentist, gyno, you name it. It was about that time to see my gynecologist for an annual check-up, so I made sure to schedule an appointment. When I arrived at the office I was greeted by the receptionist and waited around reading old magazines. Soon after, I was taken into one of the exam rooms, ready for my doctor to do her thing, so I could get out of there.
As most women know, a pap smear is not a fun experience at all, but fortunately for me, my doctor always ensured that I was relaxed. She would engage me in small talk to take my mind off the not-so-pleasant task at hand, which I was always grateful for. This particular visit was no different from any other, but it was about to take a strange turn.
She quickly got to business using her long Q-tip contraption, as we chatted like we were having a casual cup of coffee. And that’s when it happened.
Suddenly, my knees were shaking and my spine was tingling. As I began to pant and gasp, she continued our casual conversation. She laughed a little as I lay blushing, mortified. I had just experienced my first orgasm—by the hands of my gynecologist.
