Alright, let me tell you how I figured out this whole “gynecologist is what” thing. It wasn’t from a textbook, that’s for sure. It all started when my wife got pregnant with our first kid. Everything was new, kinda scary, you know? We went to our regular family doctor first, just like always.
He did the basic checks and then said, “Okay, time to get you set up with a good gynecologist.” I just kinda nodded, smiled, but inside I was like, “A gyno-who-now?” Seriously, the word just sounded complicated. I’d probably heard it before, maybe on TV, but never really processed what it meant. Gynecologist is what? Sounded like some kind of scientist studying… I don’t know, volcanoes?
Later that day, I felt kinda dumb asking my wife, so I casually brought it up with my buddy Dave over a beer. “Hey Dave,” I started, trying to sound nonchalant, “Sarah’s doc mentioned a… gynecologist. What’s the deal with that?”
Dave just chuckled. “Mate, seriously? That’s a women’s doctor. You know, for pregnancy, lady parts stuff, all that.”
Oh. Right. Suddenly it clicked. Felt a bit silly I hadn’t known. It’s like, you hear terms floating around but until it affects you directly, it’s just noise.
My First Visit (Sort Of)
So, the first appointment comes around. I went with Sarah, obviously. Walking into that waiting room was… different. It was all women, mostly pregnant, and me. I suddenly felt very large and out of place, trying to look busy reading a ridiculously old magazine about boats.
- Lots of pastel colors everywhere.
- Very quiet, except for the receptionist’s typing.
- Me, trying not to make eye contact.
When they called Sarah’s name, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to go back with her. Turns out, sometimes partners do, sometimes they don’t. We figured it out as we went. The doctor was nice, explained things simply, which I appreciated after my initial confusion.
It kinda reminded me of this job I had once. Big company, loads of different departments. People had these fancy titles, like “Synergy Facilitator” or “Innovation Architect”. Seriously. You’d ask someone what they did, and they couldn’t give you a straight answer. It was like everyone had their own little language, their own specialized thing, just like doctors. A ‘gynecologist’ for this, a ‘cardiologist’ for that, an ‘orthopedist’ for bones.
Back at that old job, nobody really knew what the other departments were actually doing. Lots of meetings, lots of talk, but things moved slow. Felt like knowing what a gynecologist was – seems simple once you know, but until you’re in the situation, it’s just another complicated word in a world full of ’em. Sometimes I think we make things more complicated than they need to be, just to sound important.
