Ok Ok Ok. I cannot feel anymore humiliated so as long as I get some cringy stories back in return I'll divulge the most horrendous experience EVER in my life.
I work in the local hospital. So obviously I know a lot of staff. Years ago I used to work a lot of nights, and part of that involved working in theatres. Anyway jump to a particular night to me being in labour with ds1. Gloss over this next bit as everything was just fine in the end. Things started to go a a bit wrong. Ds1's heartbeat suddenly dropped really low and the decision to do a section was made - and to do it very quickly.
They ran me to theatre where about 8 colleagues were rushing around getting ready. Someone whipped off my covers to prep me, ie shave and clean. I was glad to see the scrub nurse, ie shaver, was an older female nurse. Phew. My legs were dead, due to an epidural, so she called for someone to hold them. Two male colleagues suddenly appear, to hold my legs while my ladygarden is defuzzed. I'm just about holding it together, I'm worried about the baby, but I'm dying with embarrassment too. But everyone is being professional and not saying much to me. Then an oda, young and male, needs to attach the heart monitor. So he whips away the one remaining gown covering my chest and start to attach leads. I'm laying buttnaked, two legs held by colleagues while someone is still shaving ladygarden. At the point when the oda is holding my left nork to attach that lead, he looks up at me and squeals "oh you're from x-ray, I didn't realise it was you, hey everyone it's ". B*gger, my cover is blown. Next voice is from nurse (male) holding leg next to shaving action: "I thought I recognised you". I lift my head to see him looking at my fanjo and manage a pathetic "You recognise me from that angle?" The next few minutes was spent receiving good luck wishes and sentiments from the oda and other colleagues who all now realised who I am. You know how when some people chat with you, they sometimes go into suspended animation and stop what they're doing? Well for those few minutes the oda kept hold of my left nork while he chatted.
I suppose the shame, embarrassement, and humiliation took my mind of a very stressfull situation. Soon enough they were covering me with gowns and all getting on with the business of getting the baby out. But I could never look that oda in the eye again. It took a long time before I didn't blush everytime I went into theatre after that. Try to imagine how I felt. Think about your work colleagues. Which male colleagues would you have hold your legs while maybe your boss shaves your ladygarden. And which male colleague would you like to hold your nork for 2 minutes, while another half dozen have a chat with you. Can you feel my shame? Can't believe I've just shared that. OMG!