{"id":1326,"date":"2006-07-18T17:07:00","date_gmt":"2006-07-18T17:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/07\/panties-not-in-a-twist\/"},"modified":"2006-07-18T17:07:00","modified_gmt":"2006-07-18T17:07:00","slug":"panties-not-in-a-twist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/07\/panties-not-in-a-twist\/","title":{"rendered":"Panties [Not] In a Twist"},"content":{"rendered":"

Went to my doctor yesterday<\/span>
He said I seemed to be okay<\/span>
He said, Kid, you better look around; <\/span>
How long you think that you can run that body down?<\/span>
How many nights you think that you can do what you been doing?<\/span>
Who, now who we foolin’?<\/span>
–Paul Simon<\/p>\n

Our mothers always told us to be sure to wear clean, nice underpants when we went to the doctor, right? But mine never prepared me for this one…<\/p>\n

Saw my doc today about the blasted hip pain. He bent my leg this way and that and pronounced me in need of physical therapy due to musculo-skeletal distress. But he wanted me to get an X-Ray, just in case.<\/p>\n

An X-Ray?! Yikes.
In case it’s “early arthritis.” Jeez. Pass the linament.<\/p>\n

So I went downstairs to radiology. They checked me in, hospital bracelet and all. The radiology guy told me “Take everything off below the waist and put on a gown.”
Jeez. So I did as I was told. But the whole time I was wondering, “Everything?”<\/p>\n

Now you girls know that when we are told by our doctors “everything,” it literally means “everything.”<\/p>\n

But apparently this guy did not know that. I asked him, red-faced, if he meant panties, too.
He said, “Oh, that’s okay if they’re on.” Or something like that.
I said, a little too quietly in retrospect, “They’re not.”
Remember, this was for a hip and pelvic X-Ray.<\/p>\n

I got up on the table. Everything okay so far, with him moving me to the center of the table. First he just poked my hip, and then he took the X-Rays from above. No problem.
Then he moved my feet apart an inch or two. Getting a little uncomfortable, there… more than a little…
And then he said, “Okay, now I want you to bend your knee. Like a 4.”
“Like this?” I moved my knee carefully upwards, gown in place. Total red flags waving now.
“No, move it way to the side,” he said. Was there a hidden camera from Saturday Night Live<\/span> in the room? Or Monty Python?<\/span> Pretty soon John Cleese was going to come in and insist I remove the entire robe and do a dance!
Enough was enough. I slid off the table. “Um, would you just give me a minute to put on my underwear?” I couldn’t even look at him.
“Oh! I thought you said you were wearing them!”
“No, I said I wasn’t.” I started rummaging in my bag for the panties.
He skedaddled.<\/p>\n

A moment later, I called, “Okay, ready.” My face was totally red but my voice was light. I could tell this was weird but also funny and that once I got Ned on the phone I would actually laugh. But not yet.<\/p>\n

Then he told me I had to put my legs in “The Frog” position. Thank goodness I was prepared. At that moment, any underwear would do. Getting out of there would do.<\/p>\n

I must be way too young for arthritis. I’m clearly too young to get an X-Ray right!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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