This semester I'm taking a class called Physical Diagnosis in which I learn how to do the hands on stuff of my profession. And when I say hands on, the thought comes to mind "Shouldn't you ask me to dinner and a few drinks before this?" kind of work.
Today was my first lab for the class, in which three other peers and I gathered around a make-shift exam room with two professors (one in training). As luck would have it, the three peers are all gals whose sum weight equals that of a paper clip and the professor is, well, just see for yourself. He asked today "does anyone have a problem with this" referring to the fact that our classroom attire will consist of patient gowns comparable to mosquito netting. I'm the only one to raise my hand, and I shockingly stare at the girls and ask, "You seriously don't?" All three shake their heads no.
I wouldn't really have a problem aside from the fact that I have to be in a gown next week with the only thing separating me from the world is a flimsy pair of undies with my peers poking and prodding ME!!! That's just not gonna cut it. or cover it.
4 comments:
Oh man! You can get through this Jackie! Maybe you could wear some really funny underpants to lighten the mood.
That's gonna be rough.
You couldn't get me to do that in a million years.
I can't remember if I responded on the date and time. Just meet me on the steps of my building 17th street and vine...across from the Sheraton and phillips seafood restaurant. If you are early and do not want to wait you can come up stairs to the 4th Floor...but security makes you sign in...Its not really a big deal at all. See you at noon!
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