A while back, I had to go to what I call the "lady doctor" for the yearly checkup. I love my lady doctor. She's nice, and smart, and listens to me when I talk or ask questions. She's great. So, there I was sitting in the room waiting for her to come in, and I was all wrapped up about three times around in my awkward paper gown, trying to Think Lovely Thoughts. The door cracked open and I looked over to see...hairy ankles and gigantic tennis shoes. Immediately I knew that something was off. I instinctively crossed my arms in front of my chest and the paper gown rustled in protest. There before me stood a cute young guy in scrubs who soon explained to me that he was a resident and was doing rounds with my doctor that morning. He was just gonna ask me a few questions about how much I weighed, drank, exercised, etc. No prob. We even chatted for a minute or two about college football. He was my age, give or take a few years, and pretty cute at that. Then, after he'd gone over my entire medical history with me (thank goodness there's nothing embarrassing there) he asked if he could be present for the exam. Now, I like to think of myself as an Enlightened Woman of the World who is not easily flustered or embarrassed. I can be mature and frank most of the time. I make adult decisions with minimal outward hand-wringing or argument. But...I swiftly told him no, I just couldn't do that. I mean, right? I was sorry but, no.
So here's my question: what would y'all have done? I mean there's a limit to how mature and detached I can be, and apparently I found it that morning. I cannot let a hot young resident sit in on my lady doctor appointment. Not because he can't be professional, but because I can't.
