Annual physical at Dr Joel Weinberger’s two mornings ago. Enter the hospital gown. Dr J left the room. Got naked as requested and before putting on the gown, it hit me. If someone walked in accidentally, who cares?
When you feel good, have seen pretty much everything, and are comfortable in your own skin, what is there to hide or be embarrassed about?
It was a moment. A bona fide, I-am-growing-tired-of-feeling-afraid-so-who-gives-a-rat’s-behind-if-anyone-sees anything.
Seriously, it would only be a matter of minutes before a latex-gloved, lubed up finger checked for prostate abnormalities.
It was a cool moment to reflect on right now.
Not the probe, the gown and nakedness epiphany.