I get there and my friend with the large belly comes out to get me in his Hawaiian scrubs (ok, maybe Florida scrubs) and he's his regular chatty self. We do the same routine, I change into my robe and leave it open in the back.
I lay on the table and boom, the robe is off and folded at my waist. I mean really, can't you buy me a drink or something first?? Then he starts chatting about the ProBowl and if I'm going, etc. Dude, really, my breasts are completely exposed and we're talking about football, this has to be part of a bad SNL skit. We finish and he sends me to a waiting room. I still have on the robe (which he so graciously tied for me-in the back) and I have my shirt and bra and hat in my purse. Well, sort of, if you saw my purse you would think it would be large enough to hold all of those things, but not really, all of that is balanced on the top of my purse.
I had no idea the waiting room was co-ed. Yes, I had seen men there and I knew they did all radiation, I just didn't think that far in advance. I walked in the co-ed waiting room and must have been a bit startled because I dropped my purse and onto the floor fell my bra (of course) and shirt and hat. A very nice gentleman picked up my bra and handed it to me, I just about died. They all just looked at me as I turned bright red. How I wish I had a disappearing cloak at that moment in time.
I got all "settled" and in comes a woman in her wheel chair and she says "good morning all" and EVERYONE in the room (except for me) responds with a "good morning". Now I am thinking fabulous, it's a social club and I've made such a grand entrance. Of course, I am used to it, it's how it always works for me. In college I was a pro at tripping on the stairs with all my books in hand, bow in hair, and of course my letters on.....come to think of it I am a SNL skit!
AND to top it off, the men in the room were like my Dad's age and all sorts of backgrounds. I know they didn't care, they may have chuckled, but it sure was embarrassing.
They came to get me quickly (thank goodness)and took me back to this machine. I swear it could put in your make up, do your hair, feed you breakfast, get you dressed, it was like a human. I guess this is good, they don't want the radiation going anywhere it's not supposed too. Then I got in the normal position of waist high robe and hands above my head.
Then the funniest thing happened, I could see my shadow on the wall, like an overhead projector, and I got so tickled. I am not a 16 year old boy so I have no idea why I was so tickled with the shadow of my breast on the wall, but I was hysterical, tears running down my face. They kept asking me if I was ok and I was waaaayyyy to embarrassed to say I'm laughing at the shadow of my breast on the wall. I don't know why it was so funny, probably the icing on the cake for me as far as just being "exposed" goes. I did finally compose myself and they were able to give me my last two tattoos.
The fun begins on Monday at 8:30, and lasts for the next M-F 28 sessions.....
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