I sigh and wrap the rough blue gown around me, opening to the back, negotiate the thin straps they use for ties to keep it closed, and place my stuff in a thin locker that reminds me of a high school gym.
There's a new guy working the machine, and he's got the form they put me in to make sure I'm in the same position every time on the table completely backwards.
One year ago today: Unguarded
Two years ago today: Drawing Attention
Three years ago today: Priorities