It’s been a while since I’ve had a blog entry but I’ve been busy. You know, the usual happens like work, school, birthdays, and OB/Gyn conferences. Every now and then I get blessed to attend the many conferences my company has to attend throughout the state. Most of them are fun. I’ve met so many people over the 11 years I’ve been in this industry that you usually see someone you know. And if not, you’ll always meet someone new. This conference though was special. About 300 OB/Gyns all together in one area talking about the changing medical environment and vulvas. I mean, you can’t get more detailed about this. Well, you can, but it’s not polite to put it in writing.

So, two things have happened here at this convention. First, we have to sit across from this:

Weird?

Yep, it’s pretty crazy. Shaunna (co-worker) didn’t even realize it was there until I asked if we were going to have to stare at that vagina all day. And, Jacob commented that it looked like a gas pump.  (In case you’re wondering, the device does an ablation of the uterus to remove the lining and basically stop periods. It’s what many women are turning to avoid having a hysterectomy in their pre-menopausal state.)

Another incident that happened at this convention was when I misspoke about my skirt.  If you look at the the picture above again you will see that the table has a table cloth and skirt underneath it.  All of our display tables look like this.  A sweet, old (70ish) man said that he was looking for a trash can.  I said, “Hear, give your trash to me and I’ll put it under my skirt.”  As the words came out of my mouth I remembered I was also wearing a skirt that day.  The man turned and looked at me and said, “Excuse me?”  I quickly apologized stating that I meant my table skirt, not my actual skirt.  He just looked at me said, “Honey? Hearing things like that is just a normal days work in an OB’s world.”

HAHAHAHA!!