A thread about today’s traumatic gynecologist visit...

I always get nervous when I go to my lady doctor. Literally so nervous that my legs are probably smoother than on my wedding day.

The tech starts asking me all the regular questions, takes blood pressure, and then starts going over a long list of medications (that I don’t take). I should have trusted my instincts because I knew she had the wrong girl.

I told the tech that I only take birth control, you know, to avoid having little devilish Kates running around the house. She giggled and cleared off the other medications listed. End of story.

NOPE. I hear my doctor in the hallway, flustered, and raising commotion because they sent her to the wrong room!!! She was about to exam the wrong Katelin/Caitlin/Kaitlin/Katelyn/Catelin.

I felt as if they were about to “Jane The Virgin” me and I’m not about that life. She said in the 20 years she’s been practicing, this was a first for her.

I guess the best thing to come from this visit is to make it out of quarantine/covid/2020 not pregnant. Thanks for tuning in to this thread. You may now carry on with your political tweets.