I’m going to go THERE

Nothing says “Welcome back from San Francisco” quite like a yearly exam at the gynecologist, no? (Yeah, shut up, I warned you I was going there right in the title.)

Last week I got a call that I would be seeing a nurse instead of my doctor because, I don’t know, she was busy doing things to other women’s parts that day. I was told I would be seeing nurse Ashlee Wentz.

(No. Obviously not really, but I’m not telling you her REAL name. And this definitely goes somewhere. Plus my friend Danielle, who is totally reading this, LOOOVES Ashlee and Pete.)

So I get to the doctor’s office, get my temp/height/weight/BP etc done by a lovely, chatty nurse who then tells me to “take it off”, as it were, and wait for Nurse Ashlee Wentz who would be in to see me very soon.

So there I am, rocking a (really hot) paper gown, when I hear a knock at the door. And in enters …

Ashlee Simpson.

A girl I totally went to HIGH SCHOOL with who apparently got married and did not inform me of her NAME CHANGE or the fact that SHE IS A NURSE, right now MY NURSE, at MY DOCTOR’S OFFICE.

Do you know how awkward THAT conversation is?

“OH HAI! I haven’t seen you in, oh, a decade. And now here I am. Naked. In front of you. So …. how’s the fam?”

Actually the truth is (oddly enough) the conversation wasn’t really that awkward. Even though I was, you know, completely nude under a paper thin paper gown. And she couldn’t have been MORE nice or MORE gracious or MORE fast running out to grab another person to attend to me.

I feel like most people would pull their clothes back on and slink out of that office as fast as they could, but we all know, I’m not most people. Most people wouldn’t tell this story, much less BLOG ABOUT IT. ON THE INTERNET.

So of course as I’m leaving I wave and shout towards the other end of the office where she is finishing up her day of work “BYE ASH! SEE YOU AT THE TEN YEAR REUNION IN NOVEMBER!”

Yup. Welcome new readers from BlogHer. Just in case you weren’t aware of this already - I really am the epitome of class.

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* Note: For Nurse Ashlee’s privacy (and mine…I guess? Though I’m pretty sure that went out the window a long time ago.), I will delete any comment guesses on her real name. Because, really, haven’t I told you enough already? ;)