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The last time I went to the gynocologist, I had recently, mostly watched "Dead Ringers". It's this fantastic movie, directed by the great David Cronenberg, about twin gynocologists.
There's the cover, and a wonderful shot from the movie...with German titles...hm.
Anyway, everytime I go to the crotch-doc, I get this horrible fear that he's going to tell me that I (a)have cancer, or (b)am pregnant. Two extremes that I fear more than dying...So to stop myself from freaking out, I brought up how I was watching this movie.
"Is that the one about the gynocologists?"
"Yes! have you seen it?"
"Yes. I have. hm."
Then akward silence for the next five minutes.
And that was it. I made my doctor more uncomfortable than me. And I'm the one that had a piece of cold metal shoved inside me.
There's the cover, and a wonderful shot from the movie...with German titles...hm.
Anyway, everytime I go to the crotch-doc, I get this horrible fear that he's going to tell me that I (a)have cancer, or (b)am pregnant. Two extremes that I fear more than dying...So to stop myself from freaking out, I brought up how I was watching this movie.
"Is that the one about the gynocologists?"
"Yes! have you seen it?"
"Yes. I have. hm."
Then akward silence for the next five minutes.
And that was it. I made my doctor more uncomfortable than me. And I'm the one that had a piece of cold metal shoved inside me.