The Ladies’ Doctor

As a lady doctor/surgeon, I end up having amusing experiences on some days.

Today, a lady came in with a rectal prolapse.

She’d already seen a male doctor but now wanted to consult a “lady doctor.”

We spoke, I examined her, explained the condition, and gave her my advice.

Then I said, “You should also see a gynecologist.”

She paused. “What’s a gynecologist? Is that a ladies’ doctor?”

“Yes,” I said, “the ladies’ doctor. That’s who you need to see next.”

She looked a bit confused.

“Oh… but we thought you were the lady doctor.”

I smiled. “Well, yes—I am a lady, and I am a doctor…
But I’m not the ladies’ doctor. I’m just a lady who’s a doctor.”

She wasn’t convinced. “So… you’re not the ladies’ doctor?”
“I mean, I am a lady doctor,” I said, “but not a ladies’only doctor.

“Ohh…” she said, “we came because we wanted to see the ladies’ doctor.”

By this point, I was in splits! ????
“Well, you saw the gentleman doctor. Now you’ve seen the lady doctor.
Just not the one you expected.”