Checking Up on Awkwardness

This may be in the realm of TMI-dom (and definitely in the land of random of randoms), but I had to go visit the lady doctor last week for a checkup. Just a checkup, nothing else. And as most of you ladies can already guess, it was – as it always is – an act of supreme awkwardness. (Let me caveat things by saying that my doc is super-nice and professional. Her practice is modern, well-staffed, well-run. I have nothing bad to say about any of it.) Two main observations in major awkwardness here: It’s bad enough you’ve got to strip and don a paper vest for your visit. But in either a bout of cost-savings and/or efficiency, those paper vests at my doc’s...