Speaking of hands - having gone through the old feet in stirrups ceiling watch a month ago - why the &*%#$!! does the doctor say "OK, get ready, my hands are going to be cold."
If they're cold fuckwit, then warm them up!!!! There are actually products made and they're called - confusingly enough - hand warmers!!!!. If those are too expensive to put in the budget, you have a sink in the room don't you? RUN THE HOT WATER!!
Jeez, do I have to think of everything?!?!?
When it comes to men, yes, usually.
Actually, a couple of weeks ago when I went for my pre-op assessment before last week's surgery, the doctor I saw at the pre-op assessment clinic was very considerate, and not only warned me about his cold hands, but when it came to the bit where he needed to examine me (the bit where they do the weird tapping thing on your abdomen), decided that because his hands were so cold (there wasn't a sink in the room) that he'd examine me through my blouse. He was also very considerate in the fact that when he decided he couldn't check the reflexes in my feet with my awful support stockings that I have to wear since I had a DVT, that rather than me messing about trying to get them on and off, he'd do it for me. The only slight problem was that with the problems I have with shaving my legs due to the warfarin etc. and the fact I was trying to time it so I shaved them just before I went into hospital, at that point I hadn't yet shaved them!
Oh, the embarrassment!
Sorry... I get to suffer the indignity next week....
Yeah, I had mine a few weeks ago. I always find it worse because as my mum's worked at the doctor's surgery for getting on for the past 20 years, and over the years I've been variously involved with surgery activities, and know all the staff, and on occasions gone out with them socially, I know all of the staff there, so it doesn't matter who does it, chances are that I know them socially. These days though I just usually tend to chat with them and we end up laughing, which usually manages to make the time go a lot quicker. This last time I ended up chatting with Karen, the nurse practitioner, about what it would be like if you were abducted by aliens!
In the past though, I've been in some embarrassing situations. There was the time years ago when I had to go to the hospital to have it done for some reason, and 5 doctors (all male) managed to be completely unable to find my cervix. In the end they drafted in the consultant (female) who did it with no problems, but then when I came out of the room, all five of them were stood in the doorway talking...
...then there was the time a couple of years ago when I needed to see a urologist, and needed some tests doing. Problem was I knew him socially as well as I was doing a website for his wife...
...then there was the ultrasound which ended up having to be done internally because they couldn't see a damned thing with the usual ultrasound. Problem was I'd started my period that morning, and I had warned them that as I'm on warfarin things are apt to get a little messy, but would they listen?!
The things we have to put up with!
And that they happen to have an uncommonly cold tongue . . .