Embarassing Moments
Scott Mclean
Okay guys, awkward moments.
I know we’ve all had our share of these and one this morning brought up the subject.
My veins run deep so can be a challenge to people drawing blood. A woman up here missed twice two days ago. After two misses they have to quit. It took three people that time. I think she was determined not to fail this time. It was band here, band there make a fist, open palm turn arm, whack the search area, and all the tricks. She finally found one and the final position was her breast in my open palm while she poked around. She was finally successful and some might have enjoyed the position I was in but anyone who knows me would realize I was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable.
Another awkward hospital time was after my first knee surgery. I was 18 and they had me knocked out long enough that muscles didn’t work right. At that age, being catheterized by a young female nurse was a traumatic experience.
Another instance this time had them put me on a bed pan because it was required. The nurses assistant forgot to close the door. First to wander in was an elderly volunteer. Yes, more elderly than me. She was offering me everything from books to pudding. I eventually agreed to warm washcloths to get her out. Then, the social worker I wanted to speak to about rehab wandered in. I told her I was on the pan just in time for the volunteer to hear as well. They both beat a hasty retreat with the social worker saying she would be right back. It was over 2 weeks but at least she closed the door.
When I was younger, the game department results of permit drawings in the paper were a big deal. Mom went over and got the paper at about 5:30 am when it got there. I was 11 and got drawn for a cow elk in the Oak Creek area. That could be a lot of meat in the freezer and was a big deal. Mom even poured me a cup of coffee. I went back upstairs to rest a little more and take a bath. Steve and I were the only ones upstairs so we would often just disrobe in our rooms and walk to the bathroom. I was doing that when unbeknownst to me, my great aunt had read the paper as well. We were not a sleep in type family. Aunt Ida came charging up the stairs to congratulate me and I dove for the nearest covering I could find. What followed was 20 minutes of being congratulated, hugged, and patted on the back while wearing a shower curtain. Steve had snuck over by the doorway making motions like he was going to pull the curtain. This finally ended.
One more. When first married we lived on Selah Heights. The neighbor was getting sprinkler heads and such stolen. I got off late night or early morning so he asked me to keep an eye out. I saw a car parked in by the canal through his orchard and snuck up on it. No burglars, just the neighbors daughter and boyfriend au natural. Not sure who was more embarrassed. I asked them to keep their activities elsewhere and I would not mention it. I couldn’t look at the girl the same after that. She acted like nothing happened.
Feel free to relate your own embarrassed moments and bye for now.