First off, yes, I got the job, thanks for asking.
Now, to talk about my pre-employment physical. My day didn't start off exactly how I had planned it. It seemed that everything went wrong. As most of you know, I have white coat syndrome pretty bad as it is, and now that I have to have someone other than my boyfriend doing my medical care, it has seemed to catapult my fear of doctors through the roof. So, I didn't sleep well, and I woke up nervous and in a bit of a panic.
I got ready to go and left. I realized half way there that I forgot the directions to the place I needed to be, I called information who couldn't help me, then I called my new job and they were able to give me the correct location. Lucky for me, the woman that I talked to also just started in her position and she blamed herself for not explaining it to me or giving me the address. I assured her that it wasn't her fault. It made her feel better and didn't make me look bad, so that ended well.
I got there right on time which took me about 45 minutes. I went to the window and the lady confirmed my appointment and asked to see my drivers license. Well, when I went to get it it wasn't there. She said I would have to reschedule. I was so mad at myself, on top of nervous. So I made the appointment for later that day.
I went back home, and later returned to the place again. I sat in the waiting room for probably 30 minutes. I also had to give a witnessed urine sample. Not my favorite thing, but I do what I have to. The nurse that came out to get the two previous victims was a male. Crazy as this is, the thought of peeing in front of Bob made me all the more nervous.
I was the only one left, sitting there alone with my thoughts and my fears when the door to the back office opened. My name was called. I was pleased to hear the voice of a woman calling me back instead of Bob. I followed her back.
She introduced herself as Georgette. She is a middle aged black woman. I could tell at first glance that she had been a nurse for a while and was confidant in her abilities, which in turn, somewhat put me at ease as well. We chatted for a moment or two. She was funny and talkative, I liked her.
Then she got on with business. She explained to me that I had to pee in front of her, and then we would come back out and sign all the papers, seal up the bottles and move on to the rest of my physical.
So in the bathroom we went. As I dropped my pants and sat down she handed me the cup. She backed up a foot, but remained only about 2 or 3 feet away from me. She watched me as I peed in the cup to make sure it was my pee in the cup and wasn't someone elses. Gotta love that. NOT!!!
After we sealed and signed all that needed to be done, she led me back to the exam room. She had me get up on the table and remove my arm from my hoodie so she could take my blood pressure. It was 120/70 which is fantastic for most people, but I normally run around 100/50 or slightly lower. But like I said, I was stressed. She took my wrist and counted my pulse which was 66, and then stuck the thermometer in my mouth. When it beeped it read 98.1. So far so good, everything was normal.
Now, here is where everything changed. With most other work physicals I have had with the exception of one, she would leave after she tells me that the doc will be in in a few minutes to ask me a few questions and then I would be done. No, not this time. She reached into the bottom of the table and pulled out a blue paper gown and a white paper sheet. She told me I could leave my socks and my panties on but everything else had to come off. Then she said the doctor would be in shortly. That's when the panic really started for me.
I immediately texted the boyfriend who actually was in between seeing patients at the moment and told him what was going on. He also wasn't happy that I was half naked for a pre-employment physical. He talked me through my little panic and I managed to get undressed and into the gown and back up on the table. Then I sat and waited, and waited, and waited.
Eventually the doctor came in with Georgette. The physical started. He did a basic head to toe exam minus the pelvic of course. He did do a mini breast exam though, but he didn't expose any skin. Basically he was just feeling for any large masses or tenderness I think. Actually, the only part of me that he exposed was from my base of my ribs to the top of my pubic bone. He did quite a lot of feeling around and listening to that part of me. I am guessing due to my recent appendectomy and kidney surgeries.
He looked at my legs for vein issues. But here's the kicker. The boyfriend loves to shave my legs as he finds it's very intimate. I happen to agree. Well since we are delving into our sub/dom and visa versa roles, one of the things he doesn't allow me to do is shave my legs while we are apart.
Lucky for me, I have hypothyroidism and I am over 40 which means that I do not have a lot of hair growth anyway, but still, it's been almost 3 months since I shaved my legs. I had asked the boyfriend the night before if I could shave my legs incase I might have to get naked and he assured me that for a pre-employment physical I wouldn't have to get naked, and no, I wasn't allowed because it is his job. Needless to say, when he pulled the sheet up to look at my legs I was so embarrassed I thought I would die. I apologized to the doc and he said that he has seen it all, which I knew that, and if this was all the hair I had after 3 months of not shaving then I was a very lucky lady. lol. He also said, "I don't shave my legs either, so don't worry about it, lol."
Then out he and Georgette walked, allowing me to catch my breath and redress. Once out in the parking lot I again texted my boyfriend and told him I survived. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't traumatized by the whole thing either. I guess it could have been much worse.