Embarrassing misunderstandings in medical situations

I recently was in the hospital following surgery. One afternoon a couple staff, a male and female, came around to get patients' weight, using a scale on wheels which they brought into each room. While the female was explaining what I needed to do, the male stepped out to help someone else. English wasn't her first language, and she said something about people taking off their clothes to be weighed. I thought she meant they needed me to be undressed before stepping on the scale. So I slipped off my hospital gown while she set up the scale. When she turned around, I was standing there completely naked, and she started to giggle. I realized I hadn't quite understood whatever she had said before, but she said it was OK and just to step on the scale. Afterwards, while I was putting my gown back on, the male staff member came back and looked puzzled. The female just told him they could move on to the next room. Then, I could hear them laughing in the hallway, and she said that was perfect because she'd been having a lousy day and she really needed a laugh!

I wasn't really embarrassed until I thought more about it, later!

I've had a couple other times when something like this happened during a regular physical, in the past, which I think I may have already written about on here, but that was usually being half undressed, or something like that. In this case, wearing only the gown, I was naked before anyone could say anything!

So, have others had things like this happen to you, where a misunderstanding left you doing something that was embarrassing, for you or the medical people?

I received a physical examination performed by an Asian doctor with a heavy accent. I didn't know if I was required to remove my underwear for the exam. When I asked if I should remove my underwear, she replied, "you take them off." I believe that she thought that I was asking her to remove my underwear. I removed my underwear and she proceeded with the exam. I don't know if I was supposed to be naked for the exam. After the exam, we discussed the results as I stood there naked. I couldn't wait to go home and masturbate.

My most embarrassing misunderstanding was with the nurse who gave me my final polio shot late in adolescence a few weeks after she gave me a tetanus booster.

My doctor had given me the previous polio shots in the arm at my request with the caveat that my usual injections still had to go in the bottom. I wasn't sure if the tetanus booster constituted one of those usual injections but, as the nurse's cubicle was merely screened-off from the waiting room, I was afraid to ask for it in the arm lest the waiting patients hear her refuse. When she didn't ask me where I wanted it, I feared the worst and bent over with trousers and pants down before anyone could hear her tell me to do so.

When I returned for the polio shot from the same nurse in the same circumstances, she horrified me with the firm instruction to pull down pants and bend over with everybody listening because she presumed from my tetanus shot behaviour that I always got injections in the bottom.

Several years ago, a young Army doctor thought she had found hernia. A subsequent exam by another doctor could not find any hernia which brought on a battery of tests trying to find the hernia the original doctor had diagnosed. During one of the exams, the doctor and I were discussing why the hernia could not be located. In the midst of our conversation the doctor proceeded to manually check for the hernia and told me to cough - which I did - right in the poor guy's face. Totally embarrassed, I tried to apologize but it was too late. The deed was done. Through clinched teeth he managed to say, "Turn your head." Several decades later it is still embarrassing when I think about the time I coughed in the doctor's face but, although numerous doctors have checked, that hernia has never been found.

While in the US Army in North Carolina we rented an efficiency in a quaint antique location at the edge of the woods. There was a fine picka-nik table on the grass in a park like area in-between. Daisy May and Billy Joe moved in and he immediately gutted an old Indian ww-2 motorcycle on top of it. We visited the second week after they settled in and brought fresh baked bread. The idea was, we would play Canasta with two decks of cards. They cheerfully hollered come on in the door's open. There they were watching TV laying on the floor, heads close to their TV set, looking at it upside down. She got up and greeted my wife, but i had to lay beside him and help him watch TV! I was 21 yrs and really new to everything, it seemed, and so gladly joined him. Oh he was just beside himself with glee. Doing my very analytical best though, i could only ask, “What are we doing?”

“We were watching CanCan dancers wave their dresses, and, but seeing more than we were supposed to see, in the privacy of their sweet home!”

Alright then,,, when the next episode played out, i was still not prepared. Daisy May passed a blob in the toilet a couple months later and showed it to my Nancy. She advised her to go to the Army dispensary for a check up. When Daisy Mae gets back about 4 the next afternoon and looking like she'd been had by the French Foreign Legion,,, Clothes torn and even some hair missing, screaming and crying. Nancy, “Honey, dear, What happened?!!”

Turns out they wanted to see the blob, but something about the way they asked about it, she thought they were accusing her of not trying to save its life!