The coy doctor

Could you play "you can leave your hat on" please?

Last week I went to the doctor to have a second electromyogram. Somehow, the first doctor whom I had found on the internet didn’t look that credible to me. He had made a comment about husbands giving him more money to electrocute their wives. I laughed. A visit to the neurologist should be a somber affair.

By the way do you know these fake sweaters plus shirts some shops sell and lazy people like me buy? The ones where the parts of the shirt that show under the sweater are added on: cuffs and collar. I was wearing one of those.

I am mentioning this because when the good doctor asked me to take off my sweater so he could insert the electrodes into my hand, he didn’t expect to see me, well, in my bra. Brassiere. Upper body undergarment. Whatever.

“I thought you were wearing a shirt underneath!” he said averting his eyes. “No, I just have the collar on” I apologized, red as a beet. He gave me a puzzled look, maybe thinking that I actually cut off all my shirts’ cuffs and collars. You know, to save time.

He also told me to rest my hand.
I am obviously giving it a rest since I don’t need to iron whole shirts anymore, aren’t I?

He then asked me not to clean the windows anymore (he spoiled all the fun didn’t he?). Apparently the circular motion hurts the particular nerve. I assured the doctor that I almost never clean the windows (Stephanie can attest to that) and he needn’t worry about that either. So I put on my grey sweater, my cuffs and collar and off I went.
By the way, you could do it with shoes and socks you know. Why wear the whole sock?