As I was getting ready today to go back to the doctor regarding the still very active bronchitis cough, I put on some shorts and had the baggy t-shirt in my hands when my inner Stacy and Clinton tsk-tsked and I instead put on a cute and not at all baggy tank top. (Inner Carmindy told me I shouldn't leave the house without make up, but I told her she shouldn't leave the house without a last name and we left it at that.)
Naturally, the doctor told me I should have a chest x-ray. And the med tech guy told me I should remove my bra, walk down the hall and around the corner to the x-ray room. Where he and I could share fifteen minutes or so of x-rays and small talk while I awkwardly tried to keep my arms crossed as much as possible.
So thanks a lot, Stacy and Clinton. It was cold in there.