Current mood:
animated
If'n you didn't know, I fall down a lot. A whole lot. I fall down so much that I make most old people with that LifeLine thing look like pansy-ass little whiners. My heart slows to a creeping crawl and I just pass the fuck out. Nice, right? Me and the geriatrics, chilling on the checkered tile.
About a month ago, I had a heart monitor implanted in my chest. It's about the size of a cigarette lighter and looked a little something like this after surgery:
Pretty, right? Just like a sunset!
It also came with a twenty-thousand-dollar garage door opener that I'm supposed to press every time I pass out.
The information is then transmitted to the hospital, where some sort of grotty bsement gnomes write it all down in a little file and stow it away in a big steel cabinet.
This is all very exciting, I'm sure. TranceJen's heart! Wooee!!
Anyway, I have to back to get the fucking thing checked out in order to ensure that it doesn't rot, explode, grow green stuff, or expand, making one boob bigger than the other. Therefore I periodically have to trot over to my friendly neighborhood cardiologist, a nice young Indian guy who calls me Jenny-fahr and Looks At My Boobs.
I think.
Now he's a cardiologist. I fully expect him to be looking at my chesticular area when my shirt is off and I am undergoing an exam. That's all fine and fluffy. However, when my shirt is on and we're all finished exploring what makes me tick I think that he should be talking to my face, don't you? This is not the case.
Maybe he's so used to looking at chests all day that he just never stops.
Or maybe he's a perv.
Or maybe he's searching for some sort of abnormal pounding activity.
Or maybe he's a big pervy perv.
The thing is that I know when men are looking at my boobs, and he most certainly appears to be doing so.
Now, I'm not complaining. If the dude fixes my heart he can look at my boobs, my butt, hell, he can take out a little scope and look right inside my ear into my fucking brain (you thought I was going to say vagina, didn't you - NOPE), but I simply find it to be a little unprofessional that the guy is asking me about dizziness while scoping out the girls.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I should just take my slow-assed heart and move on.
What would YOU do?
eeewww... I dont think I would have done anything, but the next time put my top on ASAP. Because I am Always cold. and i live in miami....
Is he single?
Check out your sunset again, there's a cartoon face in there? Who is that? Richie Rich? Bazooka Joe?
Some men are just naturally drawn to the tit. I know it's creepy, but we're animals.
I can totally understand you getting weirded out by the leering, hell, doctors creep me out in general even when their not fondling my balls or fingering my prostrate, but women have their chests stared at covered much less nude all the time. I have always felt that women should have women doctors just because there is always the possibility that the dude is a freak and a doctor, maybe he became a doctor to get his freak on. I dated a nurse many moons ago and she was pretty freaky, she told me that doctors were super pervy. I dunno. I know that doctors are smart and stressed and got a little money, and often stress leads smart people to some pervy behavior. But don't listen to me I tend to be suspicious of doctors in general.
Any chance of you finding a woman cardiologist?
Nah, it doesn't creep me out enough to change doctors. He's actually a really nice guy if you get past the leering. He always asks about my kid and seems to genuinely be concerned and shit. It's just WEIRD, you know?
And it's nice of you to admit that men are all animals. :)
"...chilling on the checkered tile" is an album name somewhere.
But I'm concerned. If you have passed out, how are you supposed to press a button?
And maybe the guy is just really into his work. He doesn't want to miss anything. He ate some pills a friend gave him once, and his garage door opener told him to give it twenty thousand dollars. Now he watches all electronics carefully.
Um...ew.
I think as women, we're usually pretty aware of when we're being checked out in an inappropriate manner and being the delicate flowers we usually are, tend to UNDER-react as opposed to causing a scene.
I think your doctor might have been a little over the line here.