apparently women not only cycle together, but they also schedule to see their gynecologist's at the same time (not in the "going to the bathroom together" way). in the past week, four of my clan have all stirruped up for their "annual".
perhaps more torturous than being subjected to the probing and scraping, is having to listen to whitney houston wailing at you while trying to remember if your great aunt had polyps or a prolapse, on the litany of forms provided. market researchers at an institute somewhere in bangladesh have obviously identified womens' easy listening radio as the best way to relax, and trigger the braxton-hicks.
i will spare the paper gown gory details, because ultimately they were trumped by the reccomendation that, at 32, i need to begin taking a daily calcium supplement. i am, indeed, closer to brittle bones than beginner's bras.