Say it ain't so
I'm not saying I do have preggy brain, and I'm not saying I don't. But the fact remains that I put on two plastic cover up gowns while performing colonoscopies at work last week.
They're these horrible plastic full length, long sleeve bibs, essentially, that we wear to avoid getting splashed by never mind what when we do procedures. Usually, you wear just the one.
Last week, I was doing a procedure, and suddenly, I was so hot, I could feel sweat dripping down my back and between by boobs and into my eyes - and I kept saying, Jeez, it's so hot in here, isn't it? God, I'm just so hot! I was accompanied by 2 menopausal nurses, who agreed heartily, and 1 less than sensitive male attending, who said, dismissively, "You're just pregnant."
Then, I finished the procedure, and ripped of the gown, like I normally do.
Imagine my surprise when the long awaited breeze of fresh endoscopy suite air didn't hit my sweaty body. Instead, my tactile senses appreciated the smooth clamminess of plastic: there was another gown underneath. WTF?
You gotta understand, these gowns, they don't come folded one into the other. I mean, this was no accident. I put one on. Stood around. Probably, picked my nose. Then picked another one and put that one on too.
Is it fair to say, "I'm just pregnant" as an excuse for such embarrassment?
They're these horrible plastic full length, long sleeve bibs, essentially, that we wear to avoid getting splashed by never mind what when we do procedures. Usually, you wear just the one.
Last week, I was doing a procedure, and suddenly, I was so hot, I could feel sweat dripping down my back and between by boobs and into my eyes - and I kept saying, Jeez, it's so hot in here, isn't it? God, I'm just so hot! I was accompanied by 2 menopausal nurses, who agreed heartily, and 1 less than sensitive male attending, who said, dismissively, "You're just pregnant."
Then, I finished the procedure, and ripped of the gown, like I normally do.
Imagine my surprise when the long awaited breeze of fresh endoscopy suite air didn't hit my sweaty body. Instead, my tactile senses appreciated the smooth clamminess of plastic: there was another gown underneath. WTF?
You gotta understand, these gowns, they don't come folded one into the other. I mean, this was no accident. I put one on. Stood around. Probably, picked my nose. Then picked another one and put that one on too.
Is it fair to say, "I'm just pregnant" as an excuse for such embarrassment?
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i remember boarding the train at grand central, turning to my purse to get a pen to sign my ticket and realizing that, even though i was on the train, my purse was still in the waiting room....
that fetus is sucking those brain cells out one by one:)