sandra-leigh
05-18-2008, 10:41 PM
(Beware: my voice may be messed up, but I'm still long-winded :D)
I've been suffering from the flu since Tuesday night... not so bad of one, but it worked its way into a couple of complications that had me concerned.
So today I went into a walk-in clinic. It's a holiday weekend here, so the walk-in I would normally go to was closed; I had to go to one a little further off, opposite one of the larger shopping centers. As I haven't gotten out of the house much for a few days I figured I'd borderline femme for the clinic visit, then afterwards pop in my larger forms, put on some lipstick and cruise the mall.
It didn't happen to be practical to take a wig with me, and I had to leave off all the other makeup because I figured it might be important for the doctor to see the actual colour of my skin, and know that the effects on my eyes were not from mascara, so I knew my appearance in the mall would have to be gender-bending, but the things one puts up with for one's Art :battingeyelashes:
What I put on was some pastal-green womens' slacks (any student of spring fashion would know immediately they were womens', but the colour is muted enough that people not paying attention to current fashion would be left uncertain, a-la "He's wearing them, so they must be men's?". I wore a white blouse with muted cap sleeves, with a bit of elastic under the bust and some subtle cupping at the bust to emphasize what you have. I took my largest silicone forms with me (in a bag) for the planned mall visit, and I wore my largest skin-tone bra (after making sure that it didn't show through), but for the purposes of the stay in waiting room, I put in my smallest (foam) forms... only about a B cup. I wanted to wear some open-toe bare-foot sandals during my mall visit, but that would have been too obvious in the waiting room, so it was some neutral gray pantyhose and some high-heeled sandals -- figuring that while I was sitting around, not many people would be looking at my feet.
Well, I got to the clinic, and had to wait and wait and wait. It wasn't packed but there were a respectable number of people there and only 2 doctors on duty. While I was sitting around, I was feeling self-conscious about my (small) forms, as it turned out that the blouse had done a good job of defining my bust even with the small forms, and the people sitting near me didn't exactly have a lot to distract them. But the people I was sitting near didn't stare or anything; I interacted with them a bit and they didn't shun me at all.
More of a problem turned out to be my high-heeled sandals. What I hadn't anticipated was that the floor in the clinic was standard tiling, plastic or linolium or whatever, so as I walked on the floor my heels clicked noticably and tended to slide out from underneath me. Attracted a bit of attention, that did -- no one said anything, but it would have been obvious to anyone not self-absorbed that I was wearing some kind of high heels. If I'd happened to wear pumps or flats, that wouldn't have happened. And I did have to move across that floor a few times for various reasons. Some might ask, "What were you thinking? Didn't you know that the doctor would see your heels?" And to that my answer would be "I wasn't going to be walking around for the doctor, who was going to be busy examining my throat, not checking out my footwear." But still, the footwear was a miscalculation (I would not have attracted attention on any kind of carpet.)
After waiting and waiting (and waiting), eventually I was ushered into one of the examining rooms. I took the opportunity to pull out my foam forms so that all the doctor would have to go on would be slightly unusual clothes.
The mature female doctor came by a short time later; I described my symptoms, she agreed with that my assessment of my illness was likely accurate. She checked out my ears, then wanted to check out my lungs, starting from the back first. So I turned appropriately... and then, unexpected by me, she raised the back of my blouse to listen at my back with her stethoscope. Judging by the air movement, I think it was quite likely that she saw part of band of my bra; it was a neutral colour so just a glimpse of the material itself would not inherently give its purpose away, but I judge that the area she uncovered included some of the hook area, so I personally believe that she noticed it and figured out it was a bra.
The doctor did not hesitate at all nor give any indication she'd seen anything unusual.
When it came time to check the front, she listened through my blouse. I have no idea whether that was to perhaps spare me from lifting my shirt enough that the bottom of the bra would have become visible, or it was just because the lungs are closer to the front and thus a little muffling from the clothing would not make a significant difference.
Sooo... we finished up, and she wrote me a prescription (not for the flu itself but for the complication I'd noticed), and she said she'd drop the sick certification at the front desk. A quick trip to the washroom, then I went out to check on the note, and was told to take a seat and wait. And I waited, and waited... around half an hour before I went to bug them about the missing note; the clerk said she'd check the doctor's desk. And I waited some more. And after a bit more time, the doctor herself wondered by and asked me to come into her office. She'd been reviewing my chart, and had realized that she'd prescribed something that I was allergic to :straightface: . She had another look at my chart, wrote me another prescription. I reminded her about the note... turned out that she'd gotten distracted and had forgotten about it -- and by her reaction I could also see that the clerks had not communicated about the lack-of-note to her.
So the extra wait turned out be fortuitous, in it keep me around long enough for the doctor to discover her mistake and correct it before I'd filled the potentially-harmful prescription. But it was a bit of a nuisance, all that waiting. Especially as it meant that by the time I got to the mall across the road, I only had 10 minutes to shop before grabbing the bus home (I could have gotten in another 10 minutes of shopping before the mall closed, if I'd been prepared to wait another 45 minutes for the bus.) But in that brief 10 minutes, I did happen to see a green blouse that would go pretty well with these green pants I'm wearing -- I'll just have to go back tomorrow and try it on :heehee:
For all that the doctor made a mistake and also forgot my note, I liked her, and would visit her again if I had reason to.
I've been suffering from the flu since Tuesday night... not so bad of one, but it worked its way into a couple of complications that had me concerned.
So today I went into a walk-in clinic. It's a holiday weekend here, so the walk-in I would normally go to was closed; I had to go to one a little further off, opposite one of the larger shopping centers. As I haven't gotten out of the house much for a few days I figured I'd borderline femme for the clinic visit, then afterwards pop in my larger forms, put on some lipstick and cruise the mall.
It didn't happen to be practical to take a wig with me, and I had to leave off all the other makeup because I figured it might be important for the doctor to see the actual colour of my skin, and know that the effects on my eyes were not from mascara, so I knew my appearance in the mall would have to be gender-bending, but the things one puts up with for one's Art :battingeyelashes:
What I put on was some pastal-green womens' slacks (any student of spring fashion would know immediately they were womens', but the colour is muted enough that people not paying attention to current fashion would be left uncertain, a-la "He's wearing them, so they must be men's?". I wore a white blouse with muted cap sleeves, with a bit of elastic under the bust and some subtle cupping at the bust to emphasize what you have. I took my largest silicone forms with me (in a bag) for the planned mall visit, and I wore my largest skin-tone bra (after making sure that it didn't show through), but for the purposes of the stay in waiting room, I put in my smallest (foam) forms... only about a B cup. I wanted to wear some open-toe bare-foot sandals during my mall visit, but that would have been too obvious in the waiting room, so it was some neutral gray pantyhose and some high-heeled sandals -- figuring that while I was sitting around, not many people would be looking at my feet.
Well, I got to the clinic, and had to wait and wait and wait. It wasn't packed but there were a respectable number of people there and only 2 doctors on duty. While I was sitting around, I was feeling self-conscious about my (small) forms, as it turned out that the blouse had done a good job of defining my bust even with the small forms, and the people sitting near me didn't exactly have a lot to distract them. But the people I was sitting near didn't stare or anything; I interacted with them a bit and they didn't shun me at all.
More of a problem turned out to be my high-heeled sandals. What I hadn't anticipated was that the floor in the clinic was standard tiling, plastic or linolium or whatever, so as I walked on the floor my heels clicked noticably and tended to slide out from underneath me. Attracted a bit of attention, that did -- no one said anything, but it would have been obvious to anyone not self-absorbed that I was wearing some kind of high heels. If I'd happened to wear pumps or flats, that wouldn't have happened. And I did have to move across that floor a few times for various reasons. Some might ask, "What were you thinking? Didn't you know that the doctor would see your heels?" And to that my answer would be "I wasn't going to be walking around for the doctor, who was going to be busy examining my throat, not checking out my footwear." But still, the footwear was a miscalculation (I would not have attracted attention on any kind of carpet.)
After waiting and waiting (and waiting), eventually I was ushered into one of the examining rooms. I took the opportunity to pull out my foam forms so that all the doctor would have to go on would be slightly unusual clothes.
The mature female doctor came by a short time later; I described my symptoms, she agreed with that my assessment of my illness was likely accurate. She checked out my ears, then wanted to check out my lungs, starting from the back first. So I turned appropriately... and then, unexpected by me, she raised the back of my blouse to listen at my back with her stethoscope. Judging by the air movement, I think it was quite likely that she saw part of band of my bra; it was a neutral colour so just a glimpse of the material itself would not inherently give its purpose away, but I judge that the area she uncovered included some of the hook area, so I personally believe that she noticed it and figured out it was a bra.
The doctor did not hesitate at all nor give any indication she'd seen anything unusual.
When it came time to check the front, she listened through my blouse. I have no idea whether that was to perhaps spare me from lifting my shirt enough that the bottom of the bra would have become visible, or it was just because the lungs are closer to the front and thus a little muffling from the clothing would not make a significant difference.
Sooo... we finished up, and she wrote me a prescription (not for the flu itself but for the complication I'd noticed), and she said she'd drop the sick certification at the front desk. A quick trip to the washroom, then I went out to check on the note, and was told to take a seat and wait. And I waited, and waited... around half an hour before I went to bug them about the missing note; the clerk said she'd check the doctor's desk. And I waited some more. And after a bit more time, the doctor herself wondered by and asked me to come into her office. She'd been reviewing my chart, and had realized that she'd prescribed something that I was allergic to :straightface: . She had another look at my chart, wrote me another prescription. I reminded her about the note... turned out that she'd gotten distracted and had forgotten about it -- and by her reaction I could also see that the clerks had not communicated about the lack-of-note to her.
So the extra wait turned out be fortuitous, in it keep me around long enough for the doctor to discover her mistake and correct it before I'd filled the potentially-harmful prescription. But it was a bit of a nuisance, all that waiting. Especially as it meant that by the time I got to the mall across the road, I only had 10 minutes to shop before grabbing the bus home (I could have gotten in another 10 minutes of shopping before the mall closed, if I'd been prepared to wait another 45 minutes for the bus.) But in that brief 10 minutes, I did happen to see a green blouse that would go pretty well with these green pants I'm wearing -- I'll just have to go back tomorrow and try it on :heehee:
For all that the doctor made a mistake and also forgot my note, I liked her, and would visit her again if I had reason to.