In at least one particular instance, at least... I've been dealing with various iterations of OB/GYNs since Hank showed up, and I've realized that when it comes to my female bits doctor, I want someone of my own gender.
It's not from modesty - after all, I was part of the Rocky Horror caberet, and once you've changed clothing in a fire escape with 20 other assorted (really, really assorted) people, you really don't care that much about who is looking at your unclothed body. (The whole experience also kind of broke me of the whole Playboy Centerfold comparison guilt - no one looks like that. Ever.)
It's mostly just that I want a doctor who actually knows what menstrual cramps feel like. Someone who can understand that when I say "pain", I don't mean stubbed my toe - I'm talking writhing, fainting, body being turned inside out. I know, guys get the whole vulnerable bits on the outside that are subject to being whacked, but the pain from that doesn't last for 4 days at a time. So give me someone who knows...
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