The Facecloth

This has to be read, laughed at and passed on. There is not a woman alive

today who won’t crack up over this!

I was due for a cancer smear with the doctor later in the week. Early one

morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had

been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am . I had only just packed

everyone off to work and school, and it was already

around 8:45 am. The

trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to


As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when

making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the

full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pyjamas, wet the facecloth

that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that

area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the facecloth in the

clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my


I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.

Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked

over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or

some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the

doctor said, ‘My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?’

I didn’t respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest

of the day was normal – some shopping, cleaning, & cooking.

After school when my 7 year old daughter was playing, she called out from

the bathroom, ‘Mummy, where’s my facecloth?’

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, ‘No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my

glitter saved inside it.’

NEVER going back to that doctor ever!!


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