Irrational

I had to go for a medical examination yesterday. This wasn't a clinic I usually go to, so I had to fill up countless forms (when oh when will e-patient records be made available?!).

After the registration was done, the nurse shoved a cup under my nose, announcing that I am to fill it with pee. Her interest in my bodily fluid was announced in front of a thousand other patients, of course. After that deed was done, it was x-ray time and then wait for the doctor to see me. And wait. And wait.

When my name was finally called, I was ushered into the consultation room. As I walked in to the room, I realised that the doctor is a Malay Muslim man who looked like he's about my age. That got me a bit uncomfortable and even a bit bashful. I am sure he is a great doctor, but you know, he's Malay Muslim and I'm Malay Muslim and he's a man and I'm not and he's going to be examining my body. Aaarck!

He was making small talk and I was going no, umm, yes, right, ok. And then I had to remove some of my clothing and lie on the patient bed so that he could examine me. Even though the nurse was there, I felt so embarrassed it wasn't funny. I had to look away while he did what he had to do. As soon as that was over, I got dressed so fast, I think it's worthy of a Guinness World Record submission.

I related this irrational feeling to Julzie and she could not contain her laughter, in between calling me "old fashion" amongst other names - sigh, the beauty of having friends who are as forthright as you.

I can't help it, really. I've had other male doctors examine me in the past with no problems. So perhaps I have to desensitize myself by consulting more Malay Muslim *men* doctors (eeeks).
But I'm going to need help developing a much thicker skin before I do.