faint with dignity

I did not die of embarrassment.  I did, however, faint from feeling of the catheter inserted.  After that, I forgot to worry about everything else and lay there, exposed to all the medical folks, munching on my post-fainting saltines and sipping on my apple juice through a bendy straw.  They got the information they needed about my bladder, and I spent all evening curled up in bed, too wiped out to even watch tv or read or be on the computer.