tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post6333066321010353645..comments2023-08-17T11:04:19.748-04:00Comments on submission & metaphor: Tender tissues and sharp instrumentsoatmeal girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-37937460888851990172010-01-26T16:46:01.034-05:002010-01-26T16:46:01.034-05:00((((HUGS)))) and everything crossed xxx((((HUGS)))) and everything crossed xxxmamacrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484565827023574347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-78275333782717073632010-01-26T10:58:44.671-05:002010-01-26T10:58:44.671-05:00OG, I guessed you were having some sort of cervica...OG, I guessed you were having some sort of cervical examination, not nice.<br />I have a troublesome prostate which needs to be checked yearly, not nice.<br />Love and warm hugs,<br />Paul.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03790580459962602757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-6885849794199226442010-01-26T02:45:38.180-05:002010-01-26T02:45:38.180-05:00Dear OG
These types of invasions are never welcome...Dear OG<br />These types of invasions are never welcomed. I offer you the proverbial *soft smile* and *hugs.*<br />When I last went to the Dr's office for this type of thing, I hoped the hunky intern would not be present. He was. We were all at our stations and my doctor entered to assist. He offered said hunk his gloves; "size 10?" I gasped and then began to giggle. The hunk blushed. I work in an operating room. Surgeons with really big hands wear size 8.5. The hunk said that size 8 would do, even a 7.5. I relaxed my core, returned to the clouds outside and thought of my Master.wormnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-71744435080879487732010-01-25T22:39:51.053-05:002010-01-25T22:39:51.053-05:00No. It was not erotic at all. I tried to convert i...No. It was not erotic at all. I tried to convert it as I lay there afterwards, waiting for the cramping to subside. But it just wasn't possible. Still, I was aware of a certain amount of irony.<br /><br />The cramping and bleeding have stopped now and the fact that it was so hard for her to get sufficient tissue for a biopsy bodes well for the outcome. We hope... But attacks on my body exhaust me, especially with no endorphins to counter the effects of the pain. I didn't go to work; just came home and slept on the couch with the cats. At least they were happy.<br /><br />This was not my first endometrial biopsy. But they've never been this bad. Perhaps it was some sort of cosmic punishment for my perversion...oatmeal girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-68459551835600747162010-01-25T20:38:00.847-05:002010-01-25T20:38:00.847-05:00OH OUCH OUCH~
I can never find this kind of pain t...OH OUCH OUCH~<br />I can never find this kind of pain the least erotic..never!nbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12817508431335142670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-84003747187414670412010-01-25T20:36:37.140-05:002010-01-25T20:36:37.140-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.nbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12817508431335142670noreply@blogger.com