My first appointment with a urologist was when I was 28 years old. I'm 41 now. I had a lot of back pain so my doc wanted to see if it was kidney related.
I had spent all morning playing with my lover who had just arrived from a out-of-country trip. He had forgotten his belt at home and had to buy one in the airport shops for far too much money so we wanted to get our use of it. He whipped me with it on my buttocks and thighs while I was on my hands and knees on the bed. Then we had oral, vaginal and anal sex and he attempted to fist my pussy. So you could say I was well worked over.
I thought the appointment with the urologist would be a consultation and not any tests or procedures. I was very much mistaken. When I was in the bathroom trying to pee into a cup for them to test, I was taking a long time. The nurse said, "That's okay. The doctor can just cath you." That scared the hell out of me. So I tried and tried and tried to pee but it just wasn't happening. I only managed to urinate a few drops. I sheepishly left the bathroom with my little cup and handed it over, hoping and praying it would be enough. It wasn't.
I was lead into the exam room and told to disrobe from the waist down and was given a small paper towel to cover up with. It didn't hide much. Then was told to lie back in the stirrups and wait for the doc.
He came into the room with two assistants and sat between my legs. The nurse told him I couldn't give a sample and he said, "Oh, that's okay, I can get one." Then he asked the nurse for a catheter and insertion kit. I was lying back, embarrassed and scared and stared at the ceiling. I had no idea what to expect - I'd always heard catheters were painful. I heard the sound of them preparing everything and had no idea what they were doing. He peered at my genitals closely, spread my lips with one hand and wiped it with something wet (maybe iodine) then I felt a glob of cold jelly on me. I was so scared I thought I was going to pass out. He told me to take a deep breath and then he slid the cath into my urethra. It didn't hurt until it reached my bladder. He told me to take another deep breath and I did. He slid it into my bladder and all of a sudden, I heard my urine being emptied into a container somewhere in the room. I couldn't believe I was "peeing" in front of an audience. I was so ashamed to hear it. But they acted like it happened every day. And of course, it did. But it didn't happen to me every day. I'd never peed in front of anyone other than my parents when I was a child. I laid there wishing I could stop the flow but of course, could not.
After he cathed me, the doctor inserted two fingers inside my vagina and pressed against my bladder. He told me that my muscles felt a little loose and that I might want to consider Kegels. He had no idea that I'd just spent the morning with a fist trying to work its way into me. That'll loosen any woman. For a while, anyway.
As I laid there in the stirrups, I realized that not only did the doctor feel the results of my adventurous morning but that he and his assistants probably noticed the markings of the belt on the backs of my thighs and on my bottom, which was perched at the very end of the table. (They always make us scoot down to the end of the table. It's very bad for the lower back so I always bring a pillow to slip under me so I don't have to crawl home.)
After the exam, I got dressed. The doctor ordered an IVP test to check the function of my kidneys so I had to do the whole flush out thing several weeks later to have the test done. The prep was killer. But the IVP test itself was a breeze. I enjoy lying on cold, hard exam tables. They feel comfortable to me and do wonders for my back so I didn't mind it a bit. I had several warm blankets on me and just laid there for a couple of hours while the test was performed and chatted with the tech. We had a nice time together. Anyway, my tests came back normal and the doctor said he didn't think the back pain was related to my kidneys but if I had any other problems to come back anytime.
I haven't been back since but will probably need to go to a urologist soon. Repetitive UTIs that may be related to interstitial cystitis, which every woman in my family except me has been diagnosed with. I'm too chicken to have the test performed before I've heard that it's painful. We shall see.