"Even doctors can make mistakes. Mine asked me to undress."--Maxine
As always, Maxine hits the nail on the head. What's with doctors wanting you to undress? Can't they tell just from looking that I'm overweight, overstressed, and overwhelmed? A blind pig could see that. Surely someone with a degree in medicine ought to be able to discern such things. And really, all I want, is my prescription for Prozac. For that, they need to see me naked?
But doctors, whether forced by ethics or some perverse need to see middle-aged naked women, insist upon us disrobing. Quite frankly, any modesty I once had went by the way side after delivering four children. But still ... My body, even pregnant, was in a lot better shape back then.
You know the drill at the doctor's office: you strip down to your birthday suit. The doctor leaves a paper half gown to cover your upper part and a cocktail napkin to cover everything else. Let me tell you, that cocktail napkin isn't cutting it.
Ah, well ... we do what we must.