Before the summer when I was 11 I was hit by a car driven by a drunk driver and both of my legs were fractured.
I remember me spending a half from that summer bedridden in Gypsum from the waist down.
It was soo hot inside the ward room that the nurses always let us (me and other 4 boys patients) uncovered in our beds.
From my waist down I was covered all over with gypsum, except of my foot fingers and huge hole who was let to alow me to use "the toilet", so being like that, all my private parts were in open view of anyone who was passing in the ward. Shortly I got used with this in front of all that nurses or doctors, but I was really embarrassed during each visit program when the ward was full with relatives from my fellow patients - including their mothers or even worst, their sisters.
I remember especialy my first week in hospital when both my legs were suspended (with legs apart) and I was fully exposed - including my anus. I remember me pretending that I readed a book or a magazine, just to cover my face when I was really embarassed in front of some visitors.
Soon after my gypsum was removed I started the recovery. I started to learn again to move my legs and to walk.
My therapist took me to the recovery hall, where my hospital gown were removed or lifted up to my waist with his knotted ends.
First I protested, don't wanted to parade nude during my physical exercise, but after my therapist explained to my mom that he want to have a better look on my moves, because it was really important to avoid any bad habit who was possible to change my bones structure for the rest of my life, finaly I had to obey.
The most embarrassing exercise for me was to walk between two bars. It was a long band of white paper on the floor, and I was made to walk step by step on this paper with my feet soaked in black ink. Each ink mark let on the paper were close study by my therapist to be shure that my steps where well done.
I still remember that huge recovery hall full with patients, therapists, nurses and relatives from each patient.
Fortunately for me, thanks to docs, and my therapists, at the end of that summer I was almost full recovered