I had to have abdominal films taken this week. I don’t know about you, but I strongly dislike dropping my street clothes for a hospital gown unless it is absolutely necessary.
Here’s the thing: it is not absolutely necessary that you drop your street clothes for a hospital gown to have plain films of any part of your body as long as there is no metal in the field.
Again, I don’t know about you, but I plan ahead in order to refuse the gown. What does that mean? That means that I wear yoga pants and a t-shirt with a pullover hoodie and I retain my right to refuse the gown.
Here’s how it went:
I registered. I waited. I was escorted back, and thus began the dehumanizing, demoralizing routine, we’ve all come to know and hate.
“Take everything from you waist up off and put on this gown. Let me know when you are ready by cracking the door open.”
I politely declined the gown. The technician pressed the issue by repeating her directive.
Again, I politely declined, and again, she pressed the issue.
[Lather, rinse, repeat with a pinch of annoyance on her part.]
I kindly, but firmly told her that I would not be putting on a hospital gown as I didn’t have so much as an elastic band above my waist and the only metal was internal hardware from the transplant. Furthermore, it is not necessary for me to put on a gown as the quality of the image will not be compromised in any way, shape, or form.
My general rule of thumb is to avoid the gown at all cost.
Never do anything that even hints at the possibility that you might be sticking around for more than the duration of any given diagnostic.
Begin with your end in mind, and always enter with a solid exit strategy!