Who likes to go to the doctor? Raise you hand. What...no one? Come on, there has to be someone who enjoys going into a place where strangers want a sample of your pee, blood, take your blood pressure when you know it's sky high from the stress of going to the doctor, and then have the nerve to weigh you. I turn my head and refuse to look at the bar. You know, the one where they keep moving that little weight thingy further to the right?
Then the fun begins when they lead you to your room. The nurse hands you a one size fits all little piece of tissue and asks you to undress and cover up with it. I use more toilet paper when I go to the bathroom! But I do what she asks and strip down, then spend the next half hour trying to arrange that little square over my private parts. The trouble is, they're all private parts to me! LOL I end up having to make up my mind what part I want to cover most. And by that time the tissue is ripped in several places.
Today I even contemplated taping a couple of the tissue pieces together to make one giant one. Why they give it to you in the first place I'll never know. The little it covers is quickly uncovered when the doctor moves it aside or raises it to examine you. I guess it's to make you feel like you're not completely exposed.
But no matter how I try, I can't pretend two strangers standing at the foot of the table aren't seeing things I can't even see anymore!