I just had the most frightening dream ever. I went into a salon for a manicure and the receptionist decided I was due for my annual er...girl stuff checkup. So I get led into a room and the physician is actually a local nail-salon-type lady. She's talking in Korean on her cell phone. I sit on the table thingy (like in a doctor's office) and she hangs up and tells me to get undressed and leaves the room. Doesn't hand me a sheet; doesn't tell me she'll be back. She comes back in. She's talking to herself. She seems preoccupied. Meanwhile, I am still undressed. She says she can't find the speculum. She rummages through a few drawers. She shouts in Korean to someone across the hall. Did I mention the door is open and I am undressed? She's mumbling that if I'd arranged my physical in a timely manner, I'd only need a blood test; not a pelvic. I think that's what she's saying; she refuses to look at me. She turns around with a shoehorn in her hand and I notice she's got thre inch acrylic nails on. Thankfully, that's when Zac woke up from his nap, so I woke up too.

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