My most memorable blood pressure check occurred several years ago in the doctors office. I had just been ushered into the examination room when the nurse told me to have a seat. I had never seen this nurse before and concluded that she must be new.

Looking around, I noted a small plastic chair whose left side was against the wall, so, I sat down. The nurse, with cuff in hand, approached me from my right. I thought this to be odd, but I raised my right arm thinking that she was going to check my blood pressure on my right arm for some reason. But, as I am raising my right arm, she reaches across me to grab my left arm instead.

Seeing that she is going to take my blood pressure on me left arm, I raised my left arm and rolled it so the my palm is facing upward. But, as I raised my left arm, she stepped in front of me.

My arm raising and her stepping resulted in my left hand being placed firmly in her crotch. I thought certainly that she would remedy this situation but she didn’t. Instead, she pushed firmly up from beneath my elbow, immobilizing my left arm and securing my left hand in her crotch.

I was trying to relax but couldn’t. Instead, I was breaking out into a sweat. She was warm and moist and left very little to the imagination. She seemed unfazed by the situation. Needless to say, my blood pressure was quite high that day.

I never saw that nurse again and given the high turnover rate of that office, I wasn’t surprised. But, I still had to wonder. Why didn’t she step back and reposition herself so that my left hand was not in her crotch? Was she too embarrassed to do so? She didn’t seem so. Was she so focused on her work that she didn’t notice? I don’t know. I do know that I have had my blood pressure taken many times but that was the only time that I actually remember.