Anyway, I had to go into a dressing room and was told to take off my shirt and pants and put on a flimsy hospital gown. When I came out into the waiting room everyone was sitting there wearing hospital gowns, but everyone was still wearing pants! I was the only one without my pants. The gown only went down to my knees, so I had to sit there and I felt very exposed and silly! At least I was wearing cool socks, gray with blue stripes.
Still, this was a very embarrassing time, full of vulnerability and emotions and marshmallows? I don't know what I'm saying...
Here I am -- I was so embarrassed I had to take out my blanky for emotional support, but then I felt even more embarrassed for having a blanky, which I carry with me in case of emergencies. It was just a vicious cycle of embarrassment.