It's All About You

Story One - Humor

Warning - If you cannot handle something with TMI, then I suggest you not read this.

Written by LilMissCanadian

This is probably the most awkward thing I have endured in my whole life.

So I had to get something checked out in my chest area, so I went to get something scanned. It all started when I just walked into the waiting room. I was clearly the youngest there... surrounded by people in their 40's and 50's.

I was called to go, and when I walked into this hallway, I couldn't find the old woman that called me. Then I found her looking for me, and we went to some stall. I found a stack of robes there, and she told me that I had to frigging take everything off from the waist up. I'm very awkward when it comes to that. So, I put the robe on, but I of course I can't figure out of to tie it (weird ass robe). So, I just hold onto it for dear life and cross my arms.

I go out and stand for like a minute wondering where the hell to go, and she finds me again and tells me to go somewhere. I'm acting like a lost puppy, and we exchange awkward laughs. I go to wrong areas, and she's like "no, there", and it took a good 10 seconds for me to find where I had to go.

So, a minute later, she comes back and says "alright", so I get up. She tells me to say there, and already feeling extremely awkward, I said "sorry, I thought you meant I had to go". And she said "I know, it's very confusing" with her too cheery smile. I felt so awkward, it's not even funny.

Then some other women sit beside me in the same robes (still about 20-40 years younger than all of them). Awkward silences. I see men walking by, and I prayed to God that my doctor would be a woman.

My turn to go, and that's where the pain starts. Luckily, I got a woman, but I lay down on this table. She asks me if I take birth control of whatever - no! I hate it when they ask me that.

Let's just say my chest is one of my most sensitive parts of the body, and they did not help the situation. Look up what an ultrasound is.

When we're done what I call my worst nightmare, she tells me that she might have to get a guy to to exactly what she just did to me.

Great! My worst nightmare repeated but with a dude this time. I wait there alone with this gel shit everywhere, hoping no man would come. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong, so nothing was repeated. But the thought gave me chills.

So, I get changed, and go to the front holding the robe I was wearing. I was looking for the bin I had to throw it in.

Then I find the exact same old lady coming to me. With the smile, she takes the robe and puts it in the bin that was not in the waiting room.

I leave thinking about who I'm going to tell. I am the Queen of Awkward.