I was at work Tuesday and started having chest pains. I work for a doctor, so they quickly checked me and called an ambulance. I am not "out" at the office, tho I frequently underdress. Tuesday I wasn't, I was totally en drab. I did have my toenails a pretty pink.
Got to the ER, they started to strip me and I'm getting a little apprehensive about my toenails. My wife is there and tho she knows of my CD lifestyle, she is totally opposed. Anyway, they gave me a gown and allowed me to finish undressing myself. Whew! The (female) doctor came in and started her physical exam. Before I could stop her she whipped my blanket off my feet to take my ankle pulse and my pink toenails were there in all their full glory. Her eyes popped for a split second, she recovered my feet and after a few words left. Once alone my wife poor went ballistic. Later that afternoon she went to the local market for some remover and made me clean my toenails.
Just a side note, turned out one of my meds was screwing with my heart rhythm. All tests, labs and scans showed that my heart was pretty strong for my age.