The following snippets of conversation and thoughts happened:
"Put this on. It opens in the front."
"In the front?"
"Yes, in the front. Take off your shoes and socks and pants. Leave your underwear on."
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"Lie down here."
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"I'm going to raise this, for support." (does so)
"Is that better?" (I rearrange myself to be more comfortable)
"Is that okay?"
"Yes."
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"Turn on your right side. So that your right leg is sideways." (I turn my leg sideways without completely turning on my side.)
"Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's fine."
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"I'm going to have to really get in there."
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(my, that goo is hot, a lot warmer than I thought it'd be)
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(now it's running down my leg)
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(I think it's K-Y Jelly)
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"I'm going to press down on your thigh, like this." (makes fist)
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"Try to relax"
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(giggles, tenses up involuntarily)
"What's wrong?"
"It tickles."
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"I'm not seeing anything. Don't worry, nothing's wrong, that's perfectly normal."
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"Now let's do the other side."
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"No, don't wipe it all off..."
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"Okay, I'm finished, but just stay like that for a minute, I want someone else to look at this." (I was on my left side, with my right leg in front of my left leg, trying to keep the left leg relaxed for several minutes...it was rather awkward, but now I have a little bit of sympathy for those ...erm...models)
...So, pop quiz: was I modeling for a director, or having a sonogram taken of my legs?