The Neurotic Episodic Adventures of a Misanthropic Nihilist

By WriteGirl

Part 3.

“Real talk, Doc. Can’t we just do away with it?” The doctor remained silent.
Kyle shifted slightly in the stirrups.
“Hey, don’t make me wave something down there. I’m not kidding. Every time I come here we have this discussion. My steadfast and consistent pursuit should indicate to you just how serious I am.”

“It’s not common medical practice to remove a perfectly healthy young woman’s uterus. I’m pretty certain I’ve said that to you before.” Dr. Meacham had stood up from his stool and peeked over Kyle’s spread legs for emphasis of his point.
He quietly sat back down and resumed cranking the speculum from his previously seated position.

“Please don’t make me resort to a back alley hysterectomy.” Kyle noticed a sudden lack of movement in the room.
“Ok. That was too far. I’d go to Mexico before I resorted to a back alley. Do you think I could sell it?”
Dr. Meacham rolled his stool over to the sink where he had been collecting the swabs and scraped epithelial cells from her exam.

“You’re not even 30. What if you wanted to have children some day? Regardless of the obvious lack of romantic fulfillment you’re currently experiencing, you may change your mind one day. Then what?”

“I gets plenty, Doc. Thank you very much.”
“No you don’t. I would know.” Kyle could hear amusement in this assumption.
“How do you know I‘m not gay? Don‘t be a prick.”

“You can relax and sit up now.” He continued capping the specimen. Kyle swung her legs over the side of the exam table.
“Listen, I just feel like I’ve paid my debt to society already. Sixteen years is a long enough sentence for the crime of being born a girl. I’ve seen children before. I know what they’re like. I‘m resolute.”
Kyle stood barefoot on the cold exam room floor and redressed the bottom half of her body.

“I really don’t think I’m fit to have kids anyway. We both know you agree.”
Dr. Meacham began scribbling something on his prescription pad. “I’m writing something down for you. I want you to call this number and schedule an appointment.”

Kyle walked over and plucked the piece of paper from her doctor’s hand.
“This better not be a shrink‘s number.”

“The results of your pap smear will be ready next week. Have a good afternoon.” He stood finally and extended his hand toward her. Kyle recoiled staring at him incredulously.
“Let's consider where that’s been all day.”
With that, Dr. Meacham left the exam room.

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