I got to the clinic a few minutes early. Two women sat behind the counter. One smiled as I approached, the other didn’t.
I made a bee-line to the smiling one. 😉
After she scanned my driver’s license, and took my $100, she pointed to a table at the far end of the hall, next to the coffee pots, and told me I should wait there…someone would be with me shortly.
Few minutes later, another person who was all business asked me to follow her to the lab where I was told to pee in a cup.
Side note: My baby sister works at this same hospital, and sometimes I will let that slip in hopes it will loosen up the person I’m dealing with. She (my sister) is a fire cracker. Works in rehab. Her patients (and co-workers) love her.
After I was finished peeing into the cup, I was told to sit and wait for the results. Couple of minutes later, a grizzly bear of a nurse appeared. (She looked and sounded like a bear) She started barking about something in the bathroom I’d just left..said she was going to write someone up…!
I watched her, thinking I was thankful I didn’t have to work with her on a daily basis.
Next I was introduced to the nurse in charge of the DOT physical.
Anyway, after taking my blood pressure, she tested my vision, and hearing from 10 ft away…then she took me to another examination room.
“I’m not sure if anyone as told you what to expect for this physical…” She points to one of those hospital gowns with the open back…you’ll need to slip off your clothes, and put this on. You can keep your underwear on, as well as your socks. The Doctor will need to examine your skin for scars…just to make sure you haven’t had any hernia surgeries. Believe it or not, we’ve had people lie about that.”
At some point in this conversation, I realized the Doctor I was about to see was a she.
I liked her the minute she stepped into the room. I’m going to guess, early to mid 40’s. No airs about her. Relaxed. Personable.
I told her about the grumpy guy who I’d hired to teach me to double clutch. Told her, “I am not used to getting chewed out for something like that, and by golly, I let it slide that time, but it better not happen again, because I wasn’t a kid with a low self-esteem, and even though he was 350 pounds, he didn’t intimidate me!”
We were just about finished, when she asked me to stand up. Said she needed to check for any hernia’s…
Up came the gown, down came my fruit of the looms.
That part of the exam was over in 10 seconds..(which I had no idea was coming )
One of the beautiful things about aging, is after you’ve had a couple of colonoscopies and a few other invasive procedures, the buck naked stuff doesn’t bother me as much.
Anyway, I laughed and told her, that was a piece of cake compared to my visits to the urologist!
Here’s a shout out to all of you in the medical field who still have your sense of humor and people skills.
I don’t take you for granted. DM