Having rented a condo here along the Colorado River, we prepared for the journey from MO. Up on my workbench, nailing plywood over the window in my shop as a safeguard against forced entry, I slipped on a wooden dowel fallen down, pitched to the floor, cracked open my forehead in front of my horrified wife. Got up, awake, but unaware, kept asking WTH happened. She loaded me up in our Explorer, took me to town, 23 miles distant. Arriving with an escorting cop, they had an ambulance ready. I was conscious, responding, but had no idea what was going on. However, eating at the back of my awareness was the fact that I never wore underwear while working about the place. As they prepared to shove me into the ambulance on a gurney, I implored the female EMS lady to "please excuse me, Ma'am. I know you'll cut off my pants. I have no underwear." My wife heard it all. May have laughed herself silly inside, for all I know. I don't recall exactly the EMS response. Maybe everyone involved had a helluva good laugh, at my poor, injured expense. Frank
As they say, accidents at home can never be prevented maybe because it is called accidents that's why. I had my share of accident and it is a horrible, painful one. I slipped on the floor and broke my arm. I was crying along the way to the hospital. And I remember that we had to wait for the doctor. And after maybe 30 minutes, the doctor started to examine my broken arm, I was pleading for pain reliever. The fractured bone was the upper arm that is between the shoulder and elbow. They call it humerus as opposed to ulna which is the forearm. My arm was wrapped in a cast for the meantime until I was able to consult a bone specialist on the next day. The verdict was surgery - they will install a brace to re-connect my fractured bone. That was in 1994... until now that metal brace is still here in my arm.
When I was still married, my wife stabbed me in the belly with a paring knife. When I realized the blade hadn't penetrated my stomach wall, I got the bleeding stopped, doused the wound with whiskey and bandaged it up. It healed up fine. I didn't want to go to the E R because they would have got the cops involved, and I think she only meant to lightly poke me. Another reason I never got remarried.
I'm pretty sure everyone in the medical field has seen it all, so she probably didn't even look at your nakedness. I'm never embarrassed at the drs., they could care less. When I was having my echocardiogram dome and the tech was putting on all the sensors she said I was in good shape for my age. It was a younger woman so I was happy wether she was lying to make me feel comfortable or not.