Don't be afraid to click. I promise I won't scare you. Yesterday was the day. The dreaded yearly female check-up. I love my doctor and I love my nurses but I hate this appointment. So, how do I cope? Laughter, of course. From the weigh in (Good gracious, really?) to the blood pressure (okay, I like that) to the sexiest two piece known to man, the white paper skirt/open in the front halter top combination, I smiled, answered questions, joked, etc. Eventually, I found myself alone, sitting up on the table trying to make sure all critical parts and pieces were covered appropriately. Swinging my legs back and forth like a five-year-old on the potty, it took about 60 seconds before boredom and restlessness simultaneously snuck in. So, I hopped down from the table, complete with you know, those stir-up thingies and waddled over to my purse, grabbed my phone, hopped back on the table, and happily browsed social media until the doctor came in.
We went through the usual pleasantries before the exam began. Blood pressure looks good, weight looks 'eh.' (Yeah, I know.), and then he asked me about my concerns. I basically launched into my list of why I don't enjoy the aging progess. He patiently listened and then finally said, "Let's have a look." I'm totally paraphrasing here; I'm sure he said something else but I kind of block all that out.
During this exam, I'm looking at the ceiling, chit chatting with the nurse, etc. when the doctor says, "You know, I'm seeing that more and more these days." My eyes snapped to his at that statement. More and more of what?!? He was looking at my hand resting the only place I could place it, somewhere on my stomach, clutching my cell phone. I laughed nervously. "Yeah, I got bored." The doctor snapped off his gloves, threw them in the trash can and casually said, "Yep. See it all the time, naked with a cell phone." I snapped to attention, appropriately covered myself and declared, "I'm totally using that for a blog title." I'm not sure he believed me, but I will tag the appropriate people to make him a believer.
The treadmill of thoughts gradually turned to high gear as I processed the situation. Am I so uncomfortable with 5 minutes of sweet, blissful silence that I have to grab my phone to browse through the same social media I checked 10 minutes prior to finding myself on the table? Has this what my attention span has come to? Yes, yes it has. So, friends, I must somehow change this. Put down the device and focus on something-anything-else. Scripture, prayer, something to stimulate the brain or just plain rest.
Lord Jesus, I'm your girl and you know me inside and out. Help me to stop, pause and listen. And to never be caught naked with my cell phone again. Amen
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.