A/N: Okay, so we mentioned before that if you gave us a suggestion, we would use it. That being said, this really happened to someone, and for their sake, we won't mention who they are, but upon reading this, they'll know where it came from. Anyhoo, hope you enjoy. Wolfy, do you have anything to add?
:Thinks: No, Goldy, I think you covered all the bases. Just that I hope more people share their stories with us.
Cam Saroyan shifted in her chair for the third time in as many minutes. She readjusted the magazine she held and tried to finish the article about '10 ways to spice up your love life'. Who can think of sex at a time like this, she asked herself. Cam shifted again. This isn't working, she told herself, and then tossed the magazine to the nearest table. She stood, walked to the front desk and whispered. "I'm going to the restroom." The woman behind the counter nodded.
"Of course Dr. Saroyan." Cam gave a forced smile and then turned away.
It was the thoughts that the appointment tended to bring to mind that made her uncomfortable. Couple that with the fact that her bladder was screaming at her, and she was uncomfortable all around. It took a minute to find the facilities in the maze of hallways, but she found it none-the-less.
Cam quickly flipped on the lights and shut the door behind her. Not caring what germs could be on the seat, she undid her pants, dropped them and sat down on the seat. A sigh escaped her lips as she relieved her bladder. After what seemed like forever, Cam was sure she was done and reached over for some toilet paper. "Crap."
The dispenser was empty. Wasn't that just the way? After a moment of grumbling, she reached over for her purse and began to dig through it, searching for anything she could use for toilet paper. Let's see, she thought as she rummaged through her bag, makeup compact, checkbook, keys, postage stamps…Why on earth do I have postage stamps in here? Finally, her search was successful, and she pulled out a wad of Kleenex, unused, just wadded. "It'll have to do," she mumbled to herself, as she used the Kleenex to carefully dab herself dry. Then she stood, pulled up her pants, refastened them and then washed her hands. Cam left the restroom and began the walk back to the waiting room, where she heard her name being called. Perfect timing.
Cam followed the receptionist to the examination room and began to dress in the gown for her appointment. She looked at the table with trepidation. If only the exams weren't so embarrassing. She pulled the gown closed and then hopped up on the exam table. As she waited, her heart began to beat faster. Why do women have to go through this? she questioned as the door opened and the doctor and nurse came in. "Just lay back," the doctor said. "And put your feet right here...that's good. Now move down a little."
She scooched her bottom closer to the edge, her legs held apart by the stirrups. Normally the sound of latex gloves snapping didn't bother her, God knows, but in this case, it made her wince. "Let's just take a look, shall we," the doctor said as she was suitably positioned.
Cam stared at the ceiling and tried not to jump when she felt the hands of the doctor touch her. "Umm," she heard him say and felt her heart stop. That can't be good, she thought.
The doctor extracted something from inside of her and paused to look at it before showing it to her. There, between his gloved fingers was a postage stamp. "Mailing this somewhere?"