The technician asked if Joe could come in case I needed help she couldn’t give. I agreed and we all went into the room. While I was still seated she explained what I had to do which included taking off my shirt and dropping my suspenders (or, in England, braces). I was scheduled for two, one taken with my back to the machine, one taken to the side.
The first one was easy to do because I could hold on to my pants, preventing them from falling to the floor, while in the position she wanted. The next one was going to be more difficult, I needed to have my hands up holding on to a grip she installed. This meant that I couldn’t hold on to my pants and that they would definitely fall.
I asked her if Joe could hold my pants up while the picture was being taken. She ‘leaded him up’ which meant that he had to put on a costume that made him look part samurai and part Dirk Bader. He stood behind me, grabbed my pants and for the first time in our relationship held them up.
It was hard getting an x-ray while wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Disability can be a deeply funny way to live.