At the gynecologist
I hate this, I thought. It's always so nerve wracking to get a new one. Why couldn't the old guy have stayed in business. He was nice, he was non-threatening, he was gentle, he knew my history. I was only slightly uncomfortable, as always, when he started poking around down there. And now, a NEW guy. Crap. I hate that. Even the receptionist acted different, odd, funny. Giving me that half smile. Wonder what that was about? Oh well, if I hate him, I can always find another one. Oh, I forgot I...