The Naked Truth

I went to see my doctor today because I’ve been having a weird little pain in my left side. Nothing serious, but I wanted to get it checked before I left for Miami. They didn’t find anything, which I guess is good. But in the course of my checkup, various nurses and doctors and other assorted professionals had me in various states of undress. Now, I’m not a shy person. Years of being cared for by nurses and PCAs have kicked a lot of the modesty right out of me. When I stop to think about it, hundreds of people have probably seen me naked. Many of them are probably still in therapy, recovering from the trauma. If I were an exhibitionist, I’d probably be filled with a great sense of accomplishment. However, I sometimes wish I had a bit more privacy in my daily life. Everything about me is always on display. Not just my body, but my work, my interactions with friends, my compulsions, etc. I suppose it’s the price I pay to live my life, but I still crave those fleeting moments that belong only to me.
I have to give a brief speech at the U of M Law School tomorrow. It’s a recognition ceremony for students who have completed so many hours of public interest work. I never prepare for these things, so I’ll probably wing it and hope I sound like I’m making sense.