Today is my debut for Meena’s diary. Here I was, wishing for an extraordinary day to share. Something like dining in the white house with Obama and Trump while having a Tete- a- Tete with Michelle and Melania or somewhere in the Bahamas lazing alone leaving leboo and my brood back at home. Instead, I was booked to see my Doctor for a pap smear appointment.
It was my first time using this hospital. I asked my friend Sa’a who had informed me that it is the nurses who would carry out the exercise.
I walked into the GP’s office for my appointment. I met a male doctor, and that was okay after all, it was a nurse and a female one who would perform the procedure. No hard feelings here and sorry to my Doctor friends. It’s a personal preference. I feel freer with my kindred – women.
I enter still dey form level – finest big babe. The Doc asked me questions; age, last pap smear and medical history questions which I answered. See my phonetics. I still had no clue that he was the one to perform the pap smear.
That was how the Doc said they would give me some time to change into the hospital gown and he would come around to carry out the pap smear procedure.
I ate humble pie as to say the Doc don see me finish. All my “fine girl sophisticated babe posing.”
So we got on the table, and he kept saying open up, open wider. The more he said, the more I wanted the ground to swallow me.
As soon as the procedure was over, I was dressed back in power dressing but without my full kitted confidence. I had never been so eager to see the exit of an office like I was today.
I made a mental note always to request for a female doctor in such matters. Although it was male doctors who took delivery of my three children but you all know, there is no shakara in the birth room.