First of all, I hope that someone can relate to this story and I am not the only one that something like this has happened to. Today was my 51st birthday and when I made the gynecologist appointment I thought that it was not a good idea to have to go to the doctor on a birthday. This was my one month check-up from the surgery. I did not expect an internal exam so I was surprised when the nurse told me to undress. Well I had ran home from work and changed and slid into a pair of shoes with no socks...sort of clog like things that I had not had on since last fall. When I took them off in that teeny tiny exam room I suddenly realized that my feet stink....now I have this sheet all neatly and demurely wrapped around my body, perched on the table waiting, thinking that I HAVE to do SOMETHING about my feet because when they hit those stirrups, they are going to render the doctor unconscious. So I leap off the table as fast as I can and wrap that sheet around and tuck it in to make a lovely sarong of it and grab paper towels, wet them and pump them full of hand sanitizer and proceed to wipe my feet off hopping on one foot and then the other while the sarong which is a little too tightly wrapped is causing me to trip...what a sight I must have been but luckily I managed to get my feet unsmelly before the doctor came in....this was right up there with the time that I realized that I had two different socks on at the gynecologist...that was the toddler years, sleep deprived, anything was possible. These are pics of my front porch, that chair in the corner is the most comfortable chair EVER!