02-11-2022, 01:04 PM
The diary below
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I'm so grateful for the wonderful healthcare system we have here in Canada. Just recently it was responsible for preventing an outbreak of infection among women in my neighborhood. The medical community and the Center For Disease Control were very proactive and had doctors come right to our doors.
I was sitting having coffee in my kitchen one morning last week, just after my husband had left for work. I hadn't bothered to dress yet, and just had on a sheer blue negligee with matching sheer blue panties. I didn't even have a bra on.
The doorbell rang and I answered it without grabbing my robe. I was sure it must be Linda, my neighbor, coming over as she often does to have a cup of coffee. To my surprise, a young man in a white lab coat was standing there. An official looking photo ID badge was pinned to the breast pocket and he carried a black bag.
"Good morning, madam," he said, "I'm Doctor Hardcock from the Center for Disease Control. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I realised that he could see just about everything through my negligee so I was trying to hide myself behind the door. "I'm not dressed," I said, "let me grab my robe."
"Actually, madam, that's not necessary. I'm a doctor. No need to be embarrassed."
"Oh, Ok then" I said. "Please come in, Doctor."
I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee which he accepted. "Why do you need to see me?" I asked.
"We have a serious health threat," he told me. "The threat is confined to women and we believe only to women in this area. Recently a large shipment of women's underwear manufactured in China was distributed to department stores in this area. We believe that an infectious parasite was imported with this shipment and has already infected several women. We'd like to stop this thing in its tracks so we're going door to door to find out who might be at risk."
"Oh, my," I replied. "That's awful. It's wonderful that you're doing this. I didn't even know we had a Center for Disease Control. What can I do to help?"
"If you could just answer a few questions, hopefully we can rule you out as a potential victim, Mrs.....?"
"Chouhan, but why don't you call me Nisha, Doctor Hardcock?"
"OK, Nisha," he answered with a charming smile. "Now do you remember if you bought any panties in the last 2 months or so?"
"Well, yes, I have. I buy new panties every week. I always seem to be losing them."
A look of concern came over his face. "Did you buy them locally?"
"Yes, Doctor. Oh my, do you think they were contaminated?"
"I'll have to have a look at them, Nisha. We know the labels belonging to the suspect garments so I can tell right away if you're at risk."
"OK, Doctor, why don't you come to my bedroom and I'll show you" I led him down the hall and for a second I thought it was a little odd that a strange man was going to root through my panty drawer, but then I remembered. He's a doctor!!
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I'm so grateful for the wonderful healthcare system we have here in Canada. Just recently it was responsible for preventing an outbreak of infection among women in my neighborhood. The medical community and the Center For Disease Control were very proactive and had doctors come right to our doors.
I was sitting having coffee in my kitchen one morning last week, just after my husband had left for work. I hadn't bothered to dress yet, and just had on a sheer blue negligee with matching sheer blue panties. I didn't even have a bra on.
The doorbell rang and I answered it without grabbing my robe. I was sure it must be Linda, my neighbor, coming over as she often does to have a cup of coffee. To my surprise, a young man in a white lab coat was standing there. An official looking photo ID badge was pinned to the breast pocket and he carried a black bag.
"Good morning, madam," he said, "I'm Doctor Hardcock from the Center for Disease Control. Can I have a few minutes of your time?" I realised that he could see just about everything through my negligee so I was trying to hide myself behind the door. "I'm not dressed," I said, "let me grab my robe."
"Actually, madam, that's not necessary. I'm a doctor. No need to be embarrassed."
"Oh, Ok then" I said. "Please come in, Doctor."
I invited him into the kitchen and offered him coffee which he accepted. "Why do you need to see me?" I asked.
"We have a serious health threat," he told me. "The threat is confined to women and we believe only to women in this area. Recently a large shipment of women's underwear manufactured in China was distributed to department stores in this area. We believe that an infectious parasite was imported with this shipment and has already infected several women. We'd like to stop this thing in its tracks so we're going door to door to find out who might be at risk."
"Oh, my," I replied. "That's awful. It's wonderful that you're doing this. I didn't even know we had a Center for Disease Control. What can I do to help?"
"If you could just answer a few questions, hopefully we can rule you out as a potential victim, Mrs.....?"
"Chouhan, but why don't you call me Nisha, Doctor Hardcock?"
"OK, Nisha," he answered with a charming smile. "Now do you remember if you bought any panties in the last 2 months or so?"
"Well, yes, I have. I buy new panties every week. I always seem to be losing them."
A look of concern came over his face. "Did you buy them locally?"
"Yes, Doctor. Oh my, do you think they were contaminated?"
"I'll have to have a look at them, Nisha. We know the labels belonging to the suspect garments so I can tell right away if you're at risk."
"OK, Doctor, why don't you come to my bedroom and I'll show you" I led him down the hall and for a second I thought it was a little odd that a strange man was going to root through my panty drawer, but then I remembered. He's a doctor!!
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