I pad down the hallway in my bare feet, wearing only a pair of grey, elastic waist athletic shorts and a cotton hospital gown.
“Nice outfit,” says the man seated in the first chair, his arms ropey sinews beneath skimpy tank top. “You, too,” I reply, smiling and tucking the gown around my legs. We sit in silence outside x-ray.
“Are you wearing a bra?” the technician asks as I stand in the dark room. I answer yes. She and her assistant tactfully duck behind the partition while I slide the undergarment out through the armholes of my gown. I fold the bra into a compact lump and slide it under my medical chart on the chair so it doesn’t show.
The technician instructs me to curl on my left side on the table with my knees pulled to my chest.
…I’m delighted to be a guest over at Duane Scott’s place today. I love Duane — I love his compassionate heart, his sweetness, his dedication to nursing (he just got a gig at the Mayo Clinic!) and his voice. Plus he’s super young … so the fact that he’s invited an old lady like me to write at his place makes me feel very, very hip indeed.
So click over and read about my morning at the orthopedist [like I mentioned…old lady], and then stay a while and see what Duane has to say. He’s wise beyond his years.