Describe the Ugliest Scrubs You Have Seen! - page 8

Can't figure out how to post the picture but I saw this one flipping through a Lydia's catalog. Flash back to the eighties! Bring back the Aqau Net hairspray to match this monstrosity!

http://www.lydiasuniforms.com/scrubs...ille_scrub_top

The scrubs that I wore in nursing school were HIDEOUS! We had to wear bibs. YES! BIBS!!! And when we rotated through pediatrics, we had to wear Sesame Street and Blue's Clues bibs. SMH.

The scrubs were cute. Really. A pretty pale yellow and a good color for the skintone.

They were the perfect size... for a five year old!! I cannot fully describe just how bad it was. I'll try... it's been on my mind for some time now and maybe I can finally purge the image from my memories.

The girls were cemented into place and flattened to the extent that I had to wonder if circulation was impaired. No improper cleavage could show.... maybe if the short sleeves were not similarily constricting they may have peaked out from there to gasp for air, but they were allowed no such opportunity.

The pants were very fashionable and, unfortunately, a better fit. Upon sitting, the top rode up in an valiant effort to provide for blood flow, and the pants had a low enough waist to have no hope of.... shall we say.... covering the slack.

The rear view was likewise near indescribable. The thoracic area was tighter then the best made military bed. There was the appearance of a growth above the middle of the shoulderblades as the material fought bravely for a little repreive from the strain. Around the back waist area, there was what I initially believed to be the beginning of the fabric finally giving way but as the shift went on I realized it was the elastic gather- stretched in a manner sure to make a contortionist blush.


I did my best not to look. I did amuse myself by watching the expressions on the faces of others, but that did not last for long as I was afraid I'd totally lose it. I. Did. Not. Say. A. Word. I eventually avoided eye contact with everyone for the entire shift. At one point I sat down to check something on the computer, glanced over, and didn't make that mistake again. I cleaned, I stocked, I reorganized the rooms.... anything to keep me busy and out of the line of fire. There was no possible way I could address the issue in a manner that could have led to anything close a good outcome or resolution of the situation.


A few nights later, we had a slow moment and someone tried to bring up the subject. "Hey Rhia, do you like yellow?" No, I do not. Yellow is for caution, and that is all I'll say or hear of that situation. "Awww.... c'mon, didn't you notice..." Nope, I interrupted.... and I'll say STEMI and QUIET five times in a row every fifteen minutes if you persist with this line of questioning. Another said "Now, it couldn't have been that bad!" I sighed. I took a deep breath.
STEM.....
"Ok, ok, that bad. We'll behave."

It's been a long time. I am still afraid I'll go to work one day and see those scrubs again.