"a little look around" my bladder as Janice the urology specialist organised.
I had the misfortune to have that myself a few weeks back
My experience over the 'privacy' thing was pretty much the same. I was ushered in - there were three women in there (why does it take so many? Just saying) and similarly, I was told to drop 'em. Just at the moment my kecks slid off my hips, the 16-year-old standing next to me deftly lunged at my nether regions with a sheet of paper towel about 2 foot square and held it there to preserve my modesty, all the while looking animatedly at the ceiling (like a checkout operator at Tescos when they ask you to key in your PIN).
I was invited to 'hop up on the couch', so I shuffled over there with my ankles bound together by my underwear, with my new friend alongside me doing a 'pas de deux', still gamely concealing my giblets while gazing skywards; amazingly neither of us face-planted on the floor. I clambered up and lay down, with Debbie McGee still holding up her little towel and examining the light fitting all the while. At which point it was "Right, then", as the doc comes over and simply whisks the towel away to expose my bits, ready to insert his camera where the sun don't shine.
All very odd.
