Today I had an appointment with Dr. White. She is a human doctor.
I was lucky enough to find her in time for my second pregnancy. The doctor I had while I was pregnant with my daughter was all right, I suppose, but we didn’t have much of a connection. When I asked him if I, as a veterinarian, should get a Toxoplasma titer done, he laughed at me (who does that to a pregnant woman??) and shook his head as if I had asked, “Do I need to be worried about alien abduction now that I’m pregnant?” Not my favorite guy.
By the time I was pregnant with my son, I was ready for someone new. Dr. White is pretty much the most awesome OB on the planet. She’s a tiny little thing, with a big mane of brunette cougar hair, long acrylic nails that are usually airbrushed, and fuchsia sweaters. She totters in on platform flip-flops, snaps on some gloves, and chats away about her cats while doing whatever it is that she needs to do. Nothing fazes her.
She’s very interested in my job, and always has some question or another for me about her animals. Today, she was asking me a question about abscesses, and when I answered she paused, put her hand on the stirrup, leaned around my knee and said, “I don’t know how you do it. I would be SO GROSSED OUT!”
And I couldn’t help it. I laughed, a lot. “Right back atcha,” I said when I finally stopped guffawing. The last time I saw her she was complaining about a woman who had a poorly healed C-section scar get infected and dehisce, and Dr. White had to go in and scrub it out every day she was in the hospital. I mean, really. She deals with…well, you know, girl parts. Healthy ones, diseased ones. She pulls babies and their associated goo out of said parts. Day in, day out, people parts.
I know cleaning maggots out of a dog’s infected skin isn’t the greatest job in the universe, but I would take it over THAT stuff any day.
Good thing it takes all kinds, eh?
*Disclaimer- I just looked over this post and realized some of you conspiracy theorists are going to make huge and unfounded assumptions based on me writing a blog post about seeing my OB. I assure you this visit was of a mundane, non-pregnant, non-diseased nature.
