Women in the hands of doctors

Visiting doctors, particularly those in hospitals, is rarely for pleasant reasons. In search of help we strip down and surrender to strangers and even stranger equipment. Were we not at some level of desperation, we would never seek out such dehumanising environments. How did these places and their tools come to be so harsh? Surely, much could be done to soften just about everything in all these places. Most of us, women in particular, will have to depend on them during various stages of our lives.

hands up or legs up

Sharp objects perforate delicate skin and even more delicate insides, strong medicines reorganise both physical and mental states, computers, cables and pumps control the rest. The identity of the patient is reduced to diagnosis and treatment plan. Environments matter. Choice of and use of materials matter. Communication matters. If only these places were more hospitable. Why are flowers brought by visitors so often the only soothing element?

Loss of control, loss of dignity, bewilderment, frustration, fear. When we don't understand what is being done to us, we start to imagine things.
mastectomy equipment?
Gynaecological equipment?
childbirth?
hrt?
prevention?

(AI assisted imaginations)