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This week-end I stumbled across several topics either dealing with the question of state of dress during an exam as well as being blindfolded and / or strapped down. I wanted to reply to each of them but was unsure where or how. So I figured I'd share my very own real life experience.
Surgery
A couple of years back I had to have a minor surgery. This is how it went: ( I' m sorry if I am not able to provide correct medical speak so bear with me)
First thing you get a pair of long socks to wear and a gown that opens in the front. Nothing else. So I was bare down below as well and that in itself allready gave me the creeps. I thought about how I will not know what might be exposed during surgery for whatever reason and felt embarassed even though nothing had happened — yet. But fear not. You also get one of those little Pills to take half an hour before they come to pick you up that will make you feel like “whatever you're planning to do - go right ahead, because I don't care anymore and don't give a thing”.
That said I settled down in bed, pulled my covers up and waited. ( in a single room mind you so I had plenty quiet to keep on thinking).
But soon the door opened and a Nurse came bustling in, checking if I had put everything on correctly ( like can you even do that the wrong way), had taken my pill and was ready. Then she rolled me in my bed out through the hallways to the theatre.
She DID try to do some smalltalk but at 6 a.m. and with one of those pills my replies were rather one- worded.
So when we arrived at the prep room to the theatre there were 2 other patients waiting for their respective surgeons for the 2 annexing rooms to the one where they would later take me. But I did not have much time to dwell on that because my “team” of 5 came, reintroduced themselves again (wait - are those really the same people I met while I was sane and fully dressed in their Offices?) and told me to please scoot over onto the operating table. Well - never had I seen snything like that before. It was so narrow I feared I might fall off. And from one glance I could notice that you could manipulate different sections of that table separately. I will come back to that later.
So I tried to keep the front of the gown closed while I moved to that table and then they rolled me from the prep room next door to the real thing.
And I can tell you.
Yes I had that little Pill working its magic but that room seemed opressing and with now 6 People around me I felt scared and overwhelmed.
And now they began each with their own part.
I lay on my back and they spread those green sheets over me. So wow--- from then on I was unable to see anything below my chest.
Next thing i feel my legs being strapped down and the lower section of the table being parted so my legs ended up in a “V” shaped Position.
I remember they really did try to explain whenever they did something as to why and I do remember some of it.
The parting of the legs was so that the surgeon could reach my belly and the strapping down was so that I would not have involuntary muscle movement when under anaesthesia and fall of the narrow table or such.
Anyway.
Next they opened my gown over my chest but did not expose my breast. They stuck a 3 way ecg on my chest. One electrode on the left snd right just below my shoulder and the third was placed in the middle between my breasts but it was placed more through feeling than through looking I thought because the sheets still seemed to cover me from total view even though my gown was partially opened over my chest. I could hear the - I believe rapid beep beep beep of my heart because I was extremly nervous.
Oh
And I think I remember that I had to slip out of the armholes on both sides because after that they spread both my arms to the side away from by body with the right hands index finger getting a puls oxmeter and the left arm being prepared for IV anaesthesia.
Anyway
Next I remember they started telling me they would start anaesthesia and would intubate me thereafter. And I should tell them when I would feel drowsy. So we chatted a momend and then I said
“I don,'t know if its supposed to be like that but it feels like whatever you are injecting isn't going anywhere. And by the way. I m not the least bit tired ”
That caused them to lay another needle. Redo the whole injecting.
And this time i was barely able to say “that ( thing in my arm) feels cold” before I myself was
>>> out cold