TST: Half-Naked

It's that time of week again!  I've been lax about linking up, but Tuesday comes around and it's Wednesday before I realized that I missed Tuesday.  If you've never linked up before, head on over to Rachel's blog and play along - we all have things we can share.

Half-Naked

One would think that as Associate Dean, I wouldn't be spending a lot of time in the classroom teaching.  In the classroom, evaluating instructors, but not teaching.  One would be wrong.   I teach every bit as much as I did before I got promoted, only it's all last-minute teaching.  As in, the scheduled instructor suddenly can't teach the class, needs the mod off, or up and quits, so in goes GunDiva to teach the class.

This past mod, I ended up teaching ECG class to two students.  At least it wasn't a big class.  But then...if it had been a bigger class maybe I wouldn't have ended up in the position I did.

Not only do Medical Assistants have to recognize normal/abnormal ECG tracings, they have to be able to acquire the ECGs.  I don't believe in teaching "hypothetically".  I don't tell my students that "hypothetically, if we had a patient, you'd place the ECG electrodes like this...".  No, I make them do it for realzies.  Usually on each other.  However, when you have a class of just two students, drastic measures have to be taken.

Knowing that they were going to have to do multiple ECGs, I planned on having them do at least one a piece on me.  I had my sports bra on and put on a lovely patient gown with the opening in the front and laid back on the bed for them to hook me up to the machine.  Each student took their turn and got good tracings.  I sat up and started peeling off the sticky electrodes and was answering questions when suddenly the privacy curtain parted and my friend and co-worker's head peeked through.

"GunDiva, I have a quick question to...OH MY GOD!  YOU'RE HALF NAKED!"  The poor kid (I call him kid, but he's only a couple of years younger than me) turned beet red. 

Now, let me tell you about Mo.  We've known each other for twenty years; he's been a friend of mine and of Nebalee's since they were in high school.  He was one of my student athletic trainers and one of my co-TAs at CSU.  We've known each other a long, long time. He was also a Coroner's Investigator for ten years and married for several years.  He's seen the female body in just about every way imaginable (including from the inside when he assisted with autopsies).

I laughed it off and said, "It's okay, I've got a sports bra on, what do you need?"

He proceeded to ask his question, but was completely uncomfortable the whole time.  At one point, I was sitting on the bed, looking at him as he stammered through his question and I just burst out laughing.  He finally said, "We've known each other a long time, and this is the most we've ever seen of each other!"  It's true, we've just been friends and as such have maintained such conventions as being clothed during all of our encounters with each other.  Now, on top of being friends, I'm his boss.  Poor, poor kid.

He did get the last word in though, as he walked back into his classroom, I heard him announce, "Well, GunDiva can't come in here to answer your questions because she's half-naked with her class."