Warning: Awkward story below. Nothing graphic - just awkward. This post is about my humiliating story at the gyno. So, if you can't handle a humiliating gyno story, I should tell you to stop reading. And if you keep reading and are uncomfortable, I can't say I didn't warn you.
I am never going tanning again. Well, strike that. I am never going tanning again right before I go to the gyno.
Ok, so since I got all tan in Mexico and am totally vain and waned to keep my tan up, I went tanning last week. Normally, I cover "the girls" because nothing is more uncomfortable than boobs that are burned and peeling. Now, normally I wouldn't care if my boobs were peeling because no one ever sees them. Well, expect for me. And that doesn't count.
So, my boobs are peeling. Again, normally not a problem. But yesterday, major problem. For when Doctor had to give me the boob exam and goes, "oh yea, you're peeling" - I about fell over and died. Literally died. All I could do is laugh and then close my eyes and pretend that this wasn't my life.
I had tried to warn Doctor before the exam started that I just got back from Mexico and that I was peeling all over. However, I also told him I was with my family and hence probably wasn't sun bathing on a nude beach. So really, there was no reason to have boobs that were peeling.
So there it is. I'm never going tanning again. Yep, never tanning again.