Gynae Trip

I never like going to a Doctor. I am afraid of needles and all the doctors that I visited in my childhood always managed to come up with a reason to give me a shot, even if I only went there for my pimples.
So, when I visited a Gynecologist on Monday, I was glad that my wife would be the one who took most of his attention, while I also kept my eyes on any syringes insight, in case he somehow found reason to give me a shot right then.

I've been to many doctors before and I could say that I have more or less understood the drill. First they ask you what's wrong ("I am sick. That's what's wrong. Duh”). Then the doctors use the stereoscope and listen to every part of my body.
I never understand what they try to hear there. Some conversations that the viruses have in my body, so that they can analyze the sickness and, using their sophisticated medical education and experience, they then ask me to take Panadol, drink a lot of water, and come back if it's getting worse.
So I was in the dark about what the doctors try to hear. But I bet it must be very important, because they sometimes mumble "hhmmmm" and put a very serious look and wrinkle their eyebrows, which at some doctors look more like they had a terrible case of diarrhea.
And then they take out the needle and I can't remember anything because I either pass out or too busy hiding the pee stains on .my pants.

But when I went to the gynae, I was lost. I did not know what to do. I basically just stood there and read newspaper, while my wife was busy answering questions, filling forms, taking urine test, taking blood pressure test, taking USG and so on. I was just lost. I tried to be involved, mainly by looking attentively at everything, including my own finger nails, but I still think I was very passive there.
But at the end I was finally able to give my support. At the cashier that is.