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I made an unscheduled visit to my gynaecologist last Friday at Mount Elizabeth.
My chitsu was itching and red, and there was a fair bit of chitsu discharge like "cottage cheese". I was worried, and hence, the panicky chitsu "emergency" gynae visit.
My gynaecologist is a tall and handsome hunk. He's my ideal charming man. I shall call him "Dr C", (C for Captivating!!!) , for purposes of protecting his anonymity.
Dr C is probably in his early 50s, but he exuberates a good amount of boyishness that made me reposeful, when discussing my chitsu "health" with him.
After swapping our pleasantries, we dived straight into my chitsu nightmare. I went on to disclose to Dr C that my chitsu had been giving me a fair bit of problem of late, causing me, amongst others, severe discomfort and sharp abdominal pain.
As professional and "boychick" Dr C was, he asked if this was my first time having such "cottage cheese" discharge, to which I said no. I told him that I had never had it so severe, with sharp abdominal pain and substantial amount of discomfort in between my chitsu and pelvis.
Dr C continued, asked me when was the last occasion I had sex, seemingly focused on his computer monitor and keyboard, furiously typing away. I replied I haven't had sex for at least a year, as I was in the midst of divorce, with my ex husband, to which he studiously nodded his head, and continued typing away.
All this while, Dr C was avoiding my eye contact. I was "armchio-ing" at his marvellous ability to remain po-faced, despite my "dramatic" exclamations throughout, about how I had craved for sexual intimacies. I even inquired whether my "solo acts" could have landed myself, in this uncongenial state of affairs for my chitsu, to which he sternly replied that it could be a possibility, if my fingers or "objects" weren't "properly sanitized".
I was like "Huh?!? You mean must dettol my fingers or objects first ah?!?", thinking aloud at his dunderheaded "properly sanitized" remark.
The devilish side of me involuntarily exclaimed : "Maybe I need a good sex from a charming doctor like you to solve this!".
He froze for a moment, and let off an embarrassing laughter, to which I remedied my own forthright thoughtlessness and surmised : "I'm only kidding, doc".
The young pleasant looking lady nurse ("Nurse J") who was with us throughout, and probably his "witness" to the whole consultation, let out a laughter, to which Dr C, obviously didn't look very impressed, sternly ordered Nurse J to prepare me for a pelvic examination and pap smear.
Changed into a hospital looking gown and lying on my back on the examination table, Nurse J instructed me to raise and bend my knees, opening myself up (akin to the missionary position during sexual intimacy, with both my feet firmly planted on the respective corners of the table, that had some sort of "device" to "lock", and prevent me from "struggling" (like in a rape scene). So I wondered.
Once ready, Dr C was eyeballing my chitsu, probably checking my outer chitsu condition and feeling for lumps. Telling me it was probably some sort of yeast infection, he calmly said me he would be inserting a speculum, to open up my chitsu for a thorough examination. Though "shy", I was imagining how enjoyable it was going to be. I haven't had a man "feeling" for my G-spot for a long long while, and now a hunky gynae was about to insert his magical fingers into me!
"I'm going to be wet!", I fantasized for that split second before the "ordeal".
Well, the speculum was cold (!!!!) as it pried my chitsu, while Dr C, pressing his left hand on my lower abdomen, asked that I breathed normally and stayed relax.
I could feel his two lubricated fingers "searching" in there, despite the gloves he was donning, probing and exploring... Well, to be absolutely honest, it was rather "pleasurable" as he was "meticulously" gentle, unlike some of my damn ex-bfs!
Concluding his examination and informing me he would do a pap smear, Dr C inserted some magic wand into my chitsu, and the next thing I knew, he told me it was done.
After cleaning up, getting dressed, and back to his consultation table, he told me he would let me know the results of the pap smear test in a week's time.
Before ending my consultation, I asked Dr C why was I getting all these "cottage cheese" as I had been celibate for more than a year!
Dr C replied. "It is probably the panty liner."
"Huh?!? I exclaimed! Isn't sticking an absorbent panty liner more hygienic than not having one?!?"
He revealed he had many patients, who had the same problem like me. He said unknowing to many of them, panty liners trapped "bad" bacteria in my moist chitsu discharge, and could inevitably lead to yeast infection, to which I exclaimed "Huh!!!". And there he went on and on, until I bought his dumb explanation.
Well he is a handsome gynaecologist after all, and I had no reason to fault or doubt him. Though feeling strange without a panty liner now, as I pen this post, I have since recovered from this damn "yeasty" episode.
Unfortunately, Dr C had refused to give me his mobile number, despite me pleading for it, on the pretext of a future painful chitsu emergency.
Indeed an absolute professional doctor, or rather professional gynaecologist, whom I respect and trust.
My chitsu was itching and red, and there was a fair bit of chitsu discharge like "cottage cheese". I was worried, and hence, the panicky chitsu "emergency" gynae visit.
My gynaecologist is a tall and handsome hunk. He's my ideal charming man. I shall call him "Dr C", (C for Captivating!!!) , for purposes of protecting his anonymity.
Dr C is probably in his early 50s, but he exuberates a good amount of boyishness that made me reposeful, when discussing my chitsu "health" with him.
After swapping our pleasantries, we dived straight into my chitsu nightmare. I went on to disclose to Dr C that my chitsu had been giving me a fair bit of problem of late, causing me, amongst others, severe discomfort and sharp abdominal pain.
As professional and "boychick" Dr C was, he asked if this was my first time having such "cottage cheese" discharge, to which I said no. I told him that I had never had it so severe, with sharp abdominal pain and substantial amount of discomfort in between my chitsu and pelvis.
Dr C continued, asked me when was the last occasion I had sex, seemingly focused on his computer monitor and keyboard, furiously typing away. I replied I haven't had sex for at least a year, as I was in the midst of divorce, with my ex husband, to which he studiously nodded his head, and continued typing away.
All this while, Dr C was avoiding my eye contact. I was "armchio-ing" at his marvellous ability to remain po-faced, despite my "dramatic" exclamations throughout, about how I had craved for sexual intimacies. I even inquired whether my "solo acts" could have landed myself, in this uncongenial state of affairs for my chitsu, to which he sternly replied that it could be a possibility, if my fingers or "objects" weren't "properly sanitized".
I was like "Huh?!? You mean must dettol my fingers or objects first ah?!?", thinking aloud at his dunderheaded "properly sanitized" remark.
The devilish side of me involuntarily exclaimed : "Maybe I need a good sex from a charming doctor like you to solve this!".
He froze for a moment, and let off an embarrassing laughter, to which I remedied my own forthright thoughtlessness and surmised : "I'm only kidding, doc".
The young pleasant looking lady nurse ("Nurse J") who was with us throughout, and probably his "witness" to the whole consultation, let out a laughter, to which Dr C, obviously didn't look very impressed, sternly ordered Nurse J to prepare me for a pelvic examination and pap smear.
Changed into a hospital looking gown and lying on my back on the examination table, Nurse J instructed me to raise and bend my knees, opening myself up (akin to the missionary position during sexual intimacy, with both my feet firmly planted on the respective corners of the table, that had some sort of "device" to "lock", and prevent me from "struggling" (like in a rape scene). So I wondered.
Once ready, Dr C was eyeballing my chitsu, probably checking my outer chitsu condition and feeling for lumps. Telling me it was probably some sort of yeast infection, he calmly said me he would be inserting a speculum, to open up my chitsu for a thorough examination. Though "shy", I was imagining how enjoyable it was going to be. I haven't had a man "feeling" for my G-spot for a long long while, and now a hunky gynae was about to insert his magical fingers into me!
"I'm going to be wet!", I fantasized for that split second before the "ordeal".
Well, the speculum was cold (!!!!) as it pried my chitsu, while Dr C, pressing his left hand on my lower abdomen, asked that I breathed normally and stayed relax.
I could feel his two lubricated fingers "searching" in there, despite the gloves he was donning, probing and exploring... Well, to be absolutely honest, it was rather "pleasurable" as he was "meticulously" gentle, unlike some of my damn ex-bfs!
Concluding his examination and informing me he would do a pap smear, Dr C inserted some magic wand into my chitsu, and the next thing I knew, he told me it was done.
After cleaning up, getting dressed, and back to his consultation table, he told me he would let me know the results of the pap smear test in a week's time.
Before ending my consultation, I asked Dr C why was I getting all these "cottage cheese" as I had been celibate for more than a year!
Dr C replied. "It is probably the panty liner."
"Huh?!? I exclaimed! Isn't sticking an absorbent panty liner more hygienic than not having one?!?"
He revealed he had many patients, who had the same problem like me. He said unknowing to many of them, panty liners trapped "bad" bacteria in my moist chitsu discharge, and could inevitably lead to yeast infection, to which I exclaimed "Huh!!!". And there he went on and on, until I bought his dumb explanation.
Well he is a handsome gynaecologist after all, and I had no reason to fault or doubt him. Though feeling strange without a panty liner now, as I pen this post, I have since recovered from this damn "yeasty" episode.
Unfortunately, Dr C had refused to give me his mobile number, despite me pleading for it, on the pretext of a future painful chitsu emergency.
Indeed an absolute professional doctor, or rather professional gynaecologist, whom I respect and trust.
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