I walked into the front office and went up to the receptionist window. After confirming the appointment, I went over to a seat at the corner in the waiting room. After 20 minutes my name was called and I was taken back to the weigh station by a nurse, maybe in her mid 30's. As we walked down the hall she started some small talk. “How are we today?” “Good” I said, even though I was anxious and anticipating to strip down to a gown.

But I was somewhat relieved, when asked to step on the scale in the middle of hallway – fully clothed and nothing to worry about. After all this was a simple physical for a new job, and after being weighed fully dressed I knew I had nothing to worry about. It would just be some questions, take blood pressure, look in the ears and throat – I would be out of there in no time.

After the weighing I was taken back to the exam room, where I sat in a chair off to the side while the nurse sat at a small roll out station. “Let's take your blood pressure”. She fixed the cuff to my arm and began to pump. Gee this thing gets tight, I thought to my self. “It's a tad high” she said. “Are you nervous?” “Yeah I'm a little tense in hospitals”. She gave a chuckle and responded, “It's okay, every one is”. After removing the cuff and putting some forms in a folder, she said “Okay if you just want to hold tight a bit and the Dr. will be in shortly”, and leaves.

Well I'm guessing shortly was the wrong word, cause it seemed like I waited for hours. Finally a gentle knock on the door. My heart races, as the door slowly opens and an older, short stubby woman doctor comes in. She had gray hair in a bun with thick framed brown glasses wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope around her neck.

With a bubbly, cheerful voice she greets me “Hi, how are we today”. “I'm well” I respond. “Well that's great. We're here for a physical today?” “Yep”, I shortly respond. “Well okay, so anything new?” As she engages in small talk she pulls out a tiny pen light out of her front lab coat pocket. “I just want you to look straight for me”, as she examines my eyes.

“Nothing new I guess, same old I reply”. “Can you open your mouth for me?” As she looks into my mouth with the light, I felt a slight feeling of relief, thinking a couple of questions and I'll be good to go.

“How bout you hop up on the table” she says. The moment of relief was gone. Nothing to worry about though I tell myself as I see her getting the equipment ready to check inside my ears.

As I hop on the table the crinkling of the exam paper creates a static, slight crunching sound. “Okay” she says as she looks into my ear. Then the other.

She opens the table draw and pulls out a small rubber relfix hammer. “How are our reflexes?” She says as she checks both of my knees hanging over the edge.

I was surprised the exam was going this far, but I was fully clothed in jeans and a button down, so if I didn't undress at this point – whats to worry.

She puts the hammer away, and begins to palpate under my neck and throat area. I try to remain still as her ice cold hands move around my neck.

After she's done, she says “Hows the ticker?”. “Good I hope”, I respond, trying to joke. She takes the stethoscope from around her neck and slightly pulls the bottom my shirt away to put the Seth on my chest. I was still nervous, but because she didn't ask me to take off my shirt, I figured she was conscience of my privacy, and I still wouldn't be getting undressed.

“Deep breath in, Deep breath out” My hear was racing as the cold scope was pressed into my chest.

She pulls the scope out and places it under my shirt, pressing it on my back. “Deep breath in, deep breath out. Wow, someone a little nervous?” she says. “Yeah, a little”, I chuckled. “That's okay, just relax” she says in a calm, comforting voice.

“Okay, sounds good. Can we lay back on the table please”. I lay back, heart racing again. She lifts my left leg and brings my knee to my chest and then puts it down, and then does the same to the right.

She puts the scope back on from around her neck and places under my shirt on my abdomen. “How's our tummy?” she says jokingly. She moves the ice cold scope around for a bit.

“Lets left this up here”, she says as she lifts my shirt to just under my sternum. Uh oh I thought. This wasn't suppose to happen. Her hands are freezing as she gently pushes on the quadrants of my abdomen. She starts to per cuss each side, taping lightly. Almost over I'm thinking. She starts pushing harder and harder, then places her one hand behind my lower side and one hand pressing hard into the side of my tummy. She does the other side. She pulls my shirt back down. “Were done finally” I think to myself.

“How's our urination?” “Good” I say. That question got me really nervous, but since she pulled my shirt back down, I had nothing to worry about.......

“Do you notice any lumps on your testicles in the shower?” Where did that come from? Was she serious? “Nope” I respond. In a almost calm manner she says, “Okay”, as she walks over to a sink to wash her hands. This can't be happening I thought. What is she doing. This was suppose to be easy. “ I like to take a peek down there if I can”, as she starts to put on a pair of latex gloves. The stretching and snapping sounds of the latex make me want to vomit.

My heart starts racing again, as I start to unbuckle my belt. I unbutton my jeans, scoot my bottom up from the table and pull my pants and underwear down at the same time. I keep my shirt down, covering my belly, trying to curb the anxiety that was flowing throughout my veins.

I can't believe this. I feel a cold, sudden, rush of air hit my privates. That awkward feeling consumes me – knowing this complete stranger will be laying eyes on my penis.

She walks over to the table. “Okay” she responds in a friendly manner, as if to comfort me. “Let's just lift this up here”, as she lifts my shirt over my tummy.

The sudden rush of air that only hit my genitals has now grown to my belly as well.

She begins to push down on my pubic area. “Any pain when I do this?” “No”, I respond. She pushes the other side of my pubic area.

She pulls the scope from around her neck, and begins to listen tho the femoral artery – it's so frigging cold.

She picks up my penis and pulls back the skin a bit, examining the head. After putting it down. I feel her cold hands begin to move under my scrotum, and starts feeling around each testicle around gently.

I couldn't believe this was happening, I couldn't wait for it to end. Where do I look?, I think to myself as I scan the room laying down. The testicle exam seemed like forever.

“Okay, you can pull them up” she says. Finally! I thought, as I race to pull my underwear and pants up, longing to block the cold air that covered by genitals.

The Dr turned to the counter and began signing a piece of paper.

“You can take this confirmation sheet to reception, it was good seeing you”, as she hands me the paper and shakes my hand.

“Have a nice day”, she says. “You too, and thank you”, I respond.

She walks out of the exam room. I wait for her to leave and then proceed to the reception area – the whole time thinking, “What the heck just happened?”