I have been asked recently to address myself more to day to day life in full enclosure and to answer some questions from readers of my blog about such issues. It is odd, but I seem to forget to do that because day to day life seems so normal to me now. I, to be honest, hardly notice the enclosed and encased aspect of my life, the ritualistic dressing and indressing in multiple layers, and the daily D/s rituals we undertake.
So I shall try to confront some of these more prosaic, yet ultimately, I realize, facinating questions about how one can spend 7 months now in total latex encasement.
A recent query was what about visits to a doctor or what would I do in event of a health emergency. Sir and I have considered this issue carefully and we have certain rules in place for handling the situations that might arise. These rules encompass me, maid, and even Sir.
First, if I should develop a sudden allergic reaction to the rubber. This is a real possibilityas latex sensitivity can come on suddenly after years of wear, but might be more likely in as situation where the wearer has been exposed for extended periods as I am. Sir and I have agreed that, in the event of any indication of severe allergic reaction such as anaphylactic shock or even a precursor such as massive rash or itching poutbreak, I will be immediately stripped to the real skin and paramedics called. The experiment ends there.
Should a minor irritation occur, as happenned early on when maid left me too wet after a bath in one area, we will handle as we did then, leaving me in my skin suit if possible and treating it topically.
Should something like a heart attack occur or a serious burn or other injury, paramedics will be called and we will all simply have to face the embarrassment of being caught in flagrante latexo, as it were. If it is possible to get us into normal street clothes before they arrive, we will, but not at the risk of more injury. And this would also terminate the experiment.
However, for simple things such as a case of bronchitis, flu, or cold where I felt I needed a doctor's advice, we took a slightly different approach. We acquired a regular physician who makes house calls.
Now many poeple will say right here that this clearly means I am writing fiction. Ask most poeple in this country and they will tell you that no doctor has made house calls in 30 years. However, it is still possible to get one to do so...for only money.
If you travel as much as we do (particularly Sir) you learn that a good concierge at a hotel can work miracles. And, interestingly enough, hotels are sensitive to guests who find themselves under the weather. Sir and I have, on occassion, over many years of travel, availed ourselves of a hotel's doctor service.
Hotels will have a service or specific doctor they can call that will come out to the hotel and treat you on site for anything short of appendicitis. Yes, they will charge you a couple of hundred dollars or more for the service, and they don't take insurance, but we have always found that we can file a claim later and the insurance company will reimburse some portion.
When we started our experiment, Sir stopped at a local San Jose hotel and asked the concierge for the number of their doctor. Even though he wasn't a guest (and the concierge may not have known that) he was politely given the nmber. He called and checked to see if they would come to the house as well and the answer was yes.
By the way, hotels are, for all practical purposes, public service centers in many ways. Need a res room? There'll be one in the lobby. Need a taxi, there'll be one at the door, need directions or a restaurant recommendation? Ask the concierge or the doorman. Just need otrest when you've been walking all over London in a rubber burqa? Just walk in and sit in the lobby for a short while.Hotels are not really concerned with who uses their lobby services as long as you look like you might be a guest; if not today, then later in time.
My first cold, which I blogged, we handled ourselves. But a story I have not blogged involved me getting a bit of bronchitis a few months ago. It was annoying, but nowhere near as messy as the sneezing episodes. However, after a week, I was not getting better with over the counter remedies and Sir decided I needed a doctor.
We planned ahead. I was still covered in latex, but in separate hood, gloves, top, tights, and skirt with no skinsuit underneath in case the doctor needed to inject me or otherwise examine me closely. I was also, when he arrived at the house, in my burqa as was maid.
Sir had asked if there was a female doctor, but the service has none probably because women would not feel safe venturing into a stranger's house to perform exams and such.
The doctor who arrived was in his sixties or seventies, carried the traditional doctor's black bag, and was a bit shocked when Sir let him into our living room where two burqa'd women waited. Sir explained that we would need to remain covered unless absolutely necessary. The doctor took it in stride. I assume he thought we were muslim, but he didn't comment.
He said that he had treated women who had these requirements and that I could stay veiled, but he would have to be allowed to touch my chest and back to diagnose me.
So, maid lifted my burqa enough to give him access to my blouse and he had me unsnap it enough for him to slip the stethescope beneath it to listen to my lungs. He pulled on a pair of disposable rubber gloves and to his credit, he warmed the stethescope before putting it to my skin. I hadn't thought about him wearing rubber gloves, but, of course, almost all do now when they do any exam requiring contact.
He listened for a few moments, then asked if I had a fever, sore throat, or the sniffles. Sir said that no, we had just taken my tmp and it was normal as was my throat and nose. He also informed the doctor that my pulse was 72, my blood pressure 120/82, explaining that he had used one of the Omron wrist monitors just before the doctor arrived. I purposely did not speak.
He seemed satisfied with this, pronounced me as suffering bronchitis and wrote a prescription for oral pennicilin after asking if I was allergic to it. Maid helped me pull the burqa back into place. During the entire examination it had not left my face and head, merely been lifted and held, almost like a train, by maid.
He prescribed bed rest for a few days, said to watch for any fever and to call his office if I wasn't better in 10 days and he would return. He cautioned Sir about it developing into pneumonia and then he was ready to go. His office had already billed Sir's credit card for the $225 for a visit.
Should I have another need for a house call we will call him back. He did caution Sir about the possibility of latex allergy as he left and Sir assured him we were well aware of the issue. The dotor's only comment was, "yes, I guess you would be."
I spent a few days in bed, took my medicine and got better. we never filled the second prescription and haven't had a need to call him back.
So that is my doctor story. yes, you can be treated in latex without ever leaving your home. I do not know how we will handle my next pap smear and breast exam, however. But that's a few months away. and yes, maid and I do personal exams every month at least. Actually it's more like every week. And we do her as well as me even though she is in her 20's.
Next I think I will blog our recent foray in the dark of noght to the bookstore to acquire the latest Harry Potter at 12:01AM...amidst a hundred pre-teenage children. That was interesting!