Well a week has gone by and we are back at the doctors surgery! This time we have an appointment with the midmife (matrona). So we arrive at 8.30am and we make our way to the family planning room of the surgery. There we are, waiting for our turn and then I start flipping out (quietly) and wondering whether we are at the wrong place at the right time. I start walking around the surgery trying to see if there is anywhere else that deals with family planning and my search leads to nothing. I assure myself we are in the right place and the only thing to do is wait.

Low and behold a lady appears from behind the door labelled “matrona” and asks in the waiting room for “Eleeeasaabef Cartrite”. We soon perk up (I’m now relieved) and respond with yes. Needless to say we soon move into the room and Liz is soon questioned for the next hour about everything in the world except global warming 🙂 (little joke there)

Anyway the midwife then says that due to the lateness of our 1st appointment (i.e. 3 months) that she must organize for Liz to be seen by the gynecologist today and have a blood test. So in good spanish style we get pushed into the queue for the gyne. We wait for a little bit more and we are soon with the gyne and the nurse with him.

All that I need to share about the gyne is that he was definately the most unfriendly, untalkative and unemotional straight man I have ever met in my life. He gets up to do the scan on Liz and he says to me “Ven pa ca” (Come here!) and tells me to just stare at the monitor. So I feel that at this point I should make a little joke about the pictures in the scan, so I say “Oh look, he’s playing football”, and the gyne responds with utter silence and no smile.

Overall I felt quite emotional at the scan but I really felt I couldn’t cry because the gyne might call me a gay 🙂 Anyway, all went well and were soon out of the surgery once again.

Mike