Turning Red
I went to the hospital to have a cyst removed from my armpit. I suppose because the armpits are so close to the chest, they needed to give me a breast examination to make sure there was nothing bad going on there. I didn’t make a big deal of it. So, there I was in one of those ghastly gowns.
The curtain twitched aside and in came a young male doctor and a female nurse. The nurse, on one side, held my hand and made small talk in an effort to distract me from being embarrassed. It got really awkward when my nipples became really pointed. I was blushing from head to toe.
The doctor who probably hadn’t examined many younger women slipped up. He said, “You have lovely breasts. Uh…healthy breasts.” The nurse was still holding my hand and I felt her grip tighten. Those few seconds felt like an eternity—they were probably worse for the doctor. paper_paws