Scoot down a little..........

I had my annual a couple weeks ago. Not to harp on the crazy ass situation I just peeled myself away from, but it's weird how I had 2 annual reviews within days of eachother. One was a job review and one was a quick check under the hood, if you know what I mean. So, I have probably the coolest, most qualified, most patient definitely most stylish Gynocologist EVER. Seriously people, she really is simply the best. AND! She does not deliver babies! Which means she has time to dedicate solely to my Va Jay Jay, and my neurosis. It really is a match made in the deep recesses of my mind.
However. Because she is the Nancy Wilson, the Hillary Clinton, and yes, the  Margaret Atwood of Gynecology, she is really quite busy. I had to settle for this other doctor. I had never heard of her. I was super stressed because parking sucked, I was late, I had just given my notice at my job, and before my appointment, the nurse made me stand on a scale with ALL my clothes on. I thought my head was going to explode. Honestly, at the end of the day, the table, the stirrups, the weirdo robe, the speculum "hi this might be a little cold." These things do not bug me. As chatty as I am , I prefer not to talk under these circumstances. Seriously, me no likey talky. Maybe if there was like some ambient lighting and a wine list. However, I just don't feel like chatting about stuff while bathed in bad lighting and wearing nothing but PUMA socks and dangling my pasty legs over a stainless steel table.  Like nothing. Okay, maybe, and I mean MAYBE I could chat about  The Patriots, but you know what? Probably not. That's right probably not. Not even my Tommy. No not even TB 12. I just want to get in and out. Wait, that didn't sound right..........
So, this new doctor, who I did not know, and who did not know my vagina. She starts asking all these invasive questions. Like "oh how are you" "periods normal?" " taking any vitamins?" " do you think Michelle Bachman really has the goods to become president?" That last one I made up. But the other ones were totally true. As I pointed out earlier, I was pretty stressed out (refer to aforementioned post) and I was in no mood for the third degree. But this lady doctor, she would not let up. Now she's talking about hormones, and freaking some sort of random something that gets secreted during elderly periods. Whatever. But then, get this. She starts talking about decades. Like your 20's are the time when you make some mistakes. Apparently, for some people it's a time when they might dance on bars, and date undesirables (who does this?)Your 30's are the time when you hopefully take some responsibility for who you are and come to some sort of detente with regard to things for which you blame your family. Your 40's are a time when you really dial down on the circle of authentic and sincere meaningful relationships with which you choose to surround yourself. Totally! Yes! This is true! Well for me it is anyway.
SO. As luck would have it, the very next week, my very good friend Kristy, facebooked (yup it's a word, I said so) me and requested my presence at lunch. I have not seen Kristy for quite a little while, and never a more authentic person has graced the earth. Kismet, you say? I say yes!!!!! We had lunch today and talked our heads off for almost 3 hours. Holy crap, seriously, I told her my story of a bunch of stuff, and she regaled me with tales of jury duty(as it turns out, The Hurricane on 6th Ave. right down the street from Lil Darlins is host to some rather unseemly characters.) We ate great food, talked without taking a breath, and reconnected. And I couldn't help think about what Dr. Nosey had said. Different decades have different lessons. Just be quiet for a minute, concentrate, breathe, and see if you can hear what your life and experience have to say. From what I found, it can be really scary. It can also be pretty liberating. In any case, it is what it is..........Wherever you go there you are.