One day my friend “S” became my patient.. She is always so cheery and vibrant but one day, she began having chest pain. That bought her a ticket to me. Of course, the drill began–off with the clothes, on with the monitors, out goes the modesty…
As she undressed, I saw she had on the most AWESOME matching underwear and bra. Seriously. I told her how pretty it was and she laughed out loud. Then she went on to tell the story of why she always wears pretty under stuff and it rang true with me. She said it made her feel “better and more put-together”. After all, “some days, all I can control is my damned underwear!”. Then we BOTH had a laugh!
The exchange got me thinking…..I suppose it’s the same thing as not saving the good china for “special” occasions. Every day needs to be special. When I got home, I decided to clean out my under drawers drawer. It was pretty bleak and sparse since I’ve been commando for several years– with the exception of work. I know–TMI–sorry.
I waded through my dozen pair of beige and gray cotton granny panties I wear under my scrubs and pared them down to a dull roar, then I looked at my two bras. My favorite one is black and purple (really) and I’ve had it since my daughter was six months old; she’s 19 years old now–yes, it’s true. The other one is beige and I bought it to wear with T-shirts. That’s it. Beige and itchy. Throw it out! Done.
Then I headed to Walmart, just to see what was available. Keep in mind, my body is an economy model. I don’t need any special devices or engineering, just a little smoothing. Comfort is king in my world. So….Everything I saw had under wire, stiff lace and padding (lots!) and water liners (REALLY??) and bling–where were the simple, pretty bras?? I FINALLY found the Hanes Comfort line. Soft, tagless, cotton, pretty, simply decorated, throw-in-the-washer bras. AND they were inexpensive!! SOLD! Then I found the pretty cotton panties to go with my pretty cotton bras…..Bought myself a nice little gift! Now I think about putting myself together-at least more than in the recent past….I might look plain on the outside–but under it all, I’m the bomb-diggity!!
P/S: To finish the original story, “S” was fine and had no cardiac issues. False alarm, thank goodness! Now, every time I see her we exchange a look and a laugh. Sometimes we’ll even discreetly show each other a strap if it’s something especially pretty….