14-02-2019, 12:15 PM
Dr. Desai: Yes! (with a smile again) Now I will have to look at the rashes closely so that I can apply the exact medicine the very first time. Well the other alternative was to administer a general antiallergic, but that way we would not be able to feel certain about the cause of this reaction and hence the chance of a recurrence would actually remain you know.
Mama-ji: I agree with you doctor.
Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t you feel that you should also know why this occurred so that you can remain alert the next time.
Me: Yes, of course…. I myself only know how bothersome it is to combat this terrible itching. Ufff!
Dr. Desai: I can understand Mrs. Singh, but please be patient for a little while because you saw that your vitals are running in the high range and I can’t just ignore that you know while treating you.
Me: No, no I can also understand that as I can myself feel the overall discomfort and it’s not just itching.
Dr. Desai: Exactly… your chest tightness and the overall discomfort are also pronounced by your high pulse and heart beats along with your temporary hypertensive state.
The doctor kept aside the instruments and cleared the area and came near me.
Dr. Desai: Can you remember Mrs. Singh where did you get the first rash on your body?
Me: Umm… on my hands I suppose.
Mama-ji: Yes, yes Bahurani, you first pointed that in your hands.
Me: Uh! See how red they appear!
Dr. Desai: (coming close and holding my left arm) Hmm… and these spots?
He pointed towards a couple of red tiny round spots on my arm.
Me: They developed much later.
Dr. Desai: I see.
I was lying on the bed with my head on the pillow as he inspected my left arm rashes. He was bending quite a bit as he was fairly tall; more so as the bed also had a low height. As I looked towards him I saw the top button of his shirt was open and I could see his white baniyan along with hairs on his chest. He was holding my left arm with both hands and was pressing and rubbing certain spots while examining. Some of his movements certainly made me a quite uncomfortable, for example once he started rubbing my soft palm with his thumb specifically probing the hollow area of my pinkish palm; the other time he was rubbing and caressing the area just outside my blouse sleeve… I was looking all red like a newly wedded girl!
Dr. Desai: Hmm… let me now check your right hand.
It was a classical awkward situation as the doctor was on my left hand side and I was lying supine and now he wanted to examine my right arm. I had to stretch my arm, which I did. Dr. Desai caught my arm with his right hand and in fact he positioned it almost perpendicular to my body. As I happened to meet his eyes momentarily I noted that he was eyeing my armpit! I was immediately alert and looked down only to find my soaked blouse armpit fully visible to him. I felt extremely embarrassed as there was hardly any method I could hide my wet armpit from the doctor’s view.
The doctor was actually feeling my whole right arm with his hands in the pretext of examination and this time I noted that his fingers ran even on top of my blouse sleeve. Naturally this started having an effect on me – I was an adult married woman and the feel of warm male hands all over my arms was making me practically gasp.
Dr. Desai: Strangely the warmth and the nature of the blood spots differ in this hand from the left, which in a way proves that this is a case of a compound allergy.
Mama-ji: Meaning?
Dr. Desai: It’s not a simple allergic reaction from any food. That’s conclusive.
Mama-ji: I see! What’s the medicine doctor?
Dr. Desai: One minute Sir… (turning towards me) Mrs. Singh, tell me one thing I notice that you are sweating a tad. Do you normally sweat like this? I mean this room is comfortable enough I guess...
Indeed some of the sweat was out of nervousness due to the fact that I was being examined by a male doctor and some due to the summer heat and some probably out of the allergic reaction that I was experiencing.
Me: No… err… I mean…
Dr. Desai: Actually I am finding your hands a bit sweaty and also I can see a big patch on your blouse…. I mean in your armpit…
I instantly flushed as I noticed both males gaping at the wet patch in my right armpit. I involuntarily pulled back my hand from the doctor’s arms to cover that only to find that Dr. Desai was gripping my right arm quite securely. So I continued to display my big circular wet patch on my blouse armpit to both males.
Me: No… actually am sweating more right now.
Dr. Desai: Hmm… that’s what I apprehended. Sweating more than normal, chest tightness, and headaches are the exclusive symptoms.
Me: O! (I was still feeling thoroughly embarrassed)
Dr. Desai: The only thing that I need to check further is the type of red spots on your body. Then I can administer the medication. Your left hand spots are certainly different than your right hand ones.
Mama-ji: But it apparently seems to be the same doctor !
Dr. Desai: (smiling) Yes, to a lay man it will look alike, but they are different in their character, size, and shapes.
Mama-ji: Are those spots harmful?
Dr. Desai: Not really, but if we leave them untreated, they might form a clot on certain spots of the body.
Mama-ji: Oh! That’s fatal.
Dr. Desai: (smiling again) Not fatal in the literal sense, but not a very wise decision to leave them just as they are.
Mama-ji: I see.
Dr. Desai: Madam, did you get a chance to check those red tiny spots on your body?
Me: Yes… here (saying that I again displayed my arm to him)
Dr. Desai: No, no... what I mean is did you get a chance to check where else they have developed in your body?
I instantly remembered that I did note them on my thighs and upper breast area, but how to tell that to the doctor? It would be a very shameless thing to do. But I should not be hiding anything, otherwise it would remain untreated. I was in a dilemma. Even if I share that I have those tiny lesions on my legs eating up my shame, Dr. Desai would certainly lift my sari and check my legs. Oh no! That would be so very embarrassing, that too in front of Mama-ji!
As I took time to reply, Dr. Desai made this more messy for me.
Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t feel shy please. If I do not examine the lesions, how could I treat you properly? I guess you do not want to remain half treated and later suffer from this again.
Me: No, no… err… not that. Yes, yes, I mean I am err… aware of that.
Dr. Desai: See Madam, generally what I have seen in this sort of allergic reaction in my women patients that they just have them sporadic all over their body especially in hands and legs and sometimes on their breasts. But let me tell you the very acute variety of this genus of allergy do affect a woman’s ass also.
I had to admit now!
Dr. Desai: That’s why I am asking you…
Me: Yes, err… I noticed them on my err…legs….
Dr. Desai: I see. Where? On your shin?
Me: Ye… err… I mean no… actually…
Dr. Desai: On your knees?
Me: No… I mean yes… slightly above.
Dr. Desai: Around your thighs?
Me: Right doctor.
Dr. Desai: Okay, anywhere else?
Naturally I found my lips getting dry and tried to wet them by licking them with my tongue.
Me: On my up… I mean upper breast …
Dr. Desai: Oh! That’s good to know!
I frowned deeply at him as if trying to say “what do you mean?”
Mama-ji: I agree with you doctor.
Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t you feel that you should also know why this occurred so that you can remain alert the next time.
Me: Yes, of course…. I myself only know how bothersome it is to combat this terrible itching. Ufff!
Dr. Desai: I can understand Mrs. Singh, but please be patient for a little while because you saw that your vitals are running in the high range and I can’t just ignore that you know while treating you.
Me: No, no I can also understand that as I can myself feel the overall discomfort and it’s not just itching.
Dr. Desai: Exactly… your chest tightness and the overall discomfort are also pronounced by your high pulse and heart beats along with your temporary hypertensive state.
The doctor kept aside the instruments and cleared the area and came near me.
Dr. Desai: Can you remember Mrs. Singh where did you get the first rash on your body?
Me: Umm… on my hands I suppose.
Mama-ji: Yes, yes Bahurani, you first pointed that in your hands.
Me: Uh! See how red they appear!
Dr. Desai: (coming close and holding my left arm) Hmm… and these spots?
He pointed towards a couple of red tiny round spots on my arm.
Me: They developed much later.
Dr. Desai: I see.
I was lying on the bed with my head on the pillow as he inspected my left arm rashes. He was bending quite a bit as he was fairly tall; more so as the bed also had a low height. As I looked towards him I saw the top button of his shirt was open and I could see his white baniyan along with hairs on his chest. He was holding my left arm with both hands and was pressing and rubbing certain spots while examining. Some of his movements certainly made me a quite uncomfortable, for example once he started rubbing my soft palm with his thumb specifically probing the hollow area of my pinkish palm; the other time he was rubbing and caressing the area just outside my blouse sleeve… I was looking all red like a newly wedded girl!
Dr. Desai: Hmm… let me now check your right hand.
It was a classical awkward situation as the doctor was on my left hand side and I was lying supine and now he wanted to examine my right arm. I had to stretch my arm, which I did. Dr. Desai caught my arm with his right hand and in fact he positioned it almost perpendicular to my body. As I happened to meet his eyes momentarily I noted that he was eyeing my armpit! I was immediately alert and looked down only to find my soaked blouse armpit fully visible to him. I felt extremely embarrassed as there was hardly any method I could hide my wet armpit from the doctor’s view.
The doctor was actually feeling my whole right arm with his hands in the pretext of examination and this time I noted that his fingers ran even on top of my blouse sleeve. Naturally this started having an effect on me – I was an adult married woman and the feel of warm male hands all over my arms was making me practically gasp.
Dr. Desai: Strangely the warmth and the nature of the blood spots differ in this hand from the left, which in a way proves that this is a case of a compound allergy.
Mama-ji: Meaning?
Dr. Desai: It’s not a simple allergic reaction from any food. That’s conclusive.
Mama-ji: I see! What’s the medicine doctor?
Dr. Desai: One minute Sir… (turning towards me) Mrs. Singh, tell me one thing I notice that you are sweating a tad. Do you normally sweat like this? I mean this room is comfortable enough I guess...
Indeed some of the sweat was out of nervousness due to the fact that I was being examined by a male doctor and some due to the summer heat and some probably out of the allergic reaction that I was experiencing.
Me: No… err… I mean…
Dr. Desai: Actually I am finding your hands a bit sweaty and also I can see a big patch on your blouse…. I mean in your armpit…
I instantly flushed as I noticed both males gaping at the wet patch in my right armpit. I involuntarily pulled back my hand from the doctor’s arms to cover that only to find that Dr. Desai was gripping my right arm quite securely. So I continued to display my big circular wet patch on my blouse armpit to both males.
Me: No… actually am sweating more right now.
Dr. Desai: Hmm… that’s what I apprehended. Sweating more than normal, chest tightness, and headaches are the exclusive symptoms.
Me: O! (I was still feeling thoroughly embarrassed)
Dr. Desai: The only thing that I need to check further is the type of red spots on your body. Then I can administer the medication. Your left hand spots are certainly different than your right hand ones.
Mama-ji: But it apparently seems to be the same doctor !
Dr. Desai: (smiling) Yes, to a lay man it will look alike, but they are different in their character, size, and shapes.
Mama-ji: Are those spots harmful?
Dr. Desai: Not really, but if we leave them untreated, they might form a clot on certain spots of the body.
Mama-ji: Oh! That’s fatal.
Dr. Desai: (smiling again) Not fatal in the literal sense, but not a very wise decision to leave them just as they are.
Mama-ji: I see.
Dr. Desai: Madam, did you get a chance to check those red tiny spots on your body?
Me: Yes… here (saying that I again displayed my arm to him)
Dr. Desai: No, no... what I mean is did you get a chance to check where else they have developed in your body?
I instantly remembered that I did note them on my thighs and upper breast area, but how to tell that to the doctor? It would be a very shameless thing to do. But I should not be hiding anything, otherwise it would remain untreated. I was in a dilemma. Even if I share that I have those tiny lesions on my legs eating up my shame, Dr. Desai would certainly lift my sari and check my legs. Oh no! That would be so very embarrassing, that too in front of Mama-ji!
As I took time to reply, Dr. Desai made this more messy for me.
Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t feel shy please. If I do not examine the lesions, how could I treat you properly? I guess you do not want to remain half treated and later suffer from this again.
Me: No, no… err… not that. Yes, yes, I mean I am err… aware of that.
Dr. Desai: See Madam, generally what I have seen in this sort of allergic reaction in my women patients that they just have them sporadic all over their body especially in hands and legs and sometimes on their breasts. But let me tell you the very acute variety of this genus of allergy do affect a woman’s ass also.
I had to admit now!
Dr. Desai: That’s why I am asking you…
Me: Yes, err… I noticed them on my err…legs….
Dr. Desai: I see. Where? On your shin?
Me: Ye… err… I mean no… actually…
Dr. Desai: On your knees?
Me: No… I mean yes… slightly above.
Dr. Desai: Around your thighs?
Me: Right doctor.
Dr. Desai: Okay, anywhere else?
Naturally I found my lips getting dry and tried to wet them by licking them with my tongue.
Me: On my up… I mean upper breast …
Dr. Desai: Oh! That’s good to know!
I frowned deeply at him as if trying to say “what do you mean?”
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