After the tour, please consider a visit to the gift shop.
In my zeal to document my experience here, I've taken some photos of where I'm spending a fair amount of time these days. I realize that taking a camera into the clinic is, ah, iffy, but I've taken no photos of the waiting room, for obvious reasons even I have more sense than that and no photos of anyone other than myself. I promise!
Here is the bathroom, site of many an eager bladder-emptying. Today I am wearing clingy pants without pockets; there was therefore no covert acquisition of sanitary supplies. Put in your requests and tomorrow I will wear cargo pants and a trenchcoat.
This is the exam room where I open wide and say, "Ahh." Please note that the stirrup covers have been turned inside out, thanks to my efforts on Saturday; may I also direct your attention to the long probe on the right of the ultrasound machine, crowned with a glob of gel and a condom (Trojan, plain, per the red wrappers just below)?
Now if you'll just step to your left, the tour continues to the hotel room, where we'll see a collection of used needles dating back to the Bronze Age, and a display of intriguing chocolate-related artifacts whose exact purpose remains as yet unknown.