Well, my recent spell in hospital (albeit only just over 96 hours) was certainly very eventful. Much more so than I could ever have imagined. I cannot praise all of the consultants, doctors, nurses and nursing assistants who looked after me highly enough. They were all brilliant. So dedicated, so professional, so supportive.
In that short time, at least 10 medical personnel saw me completely naked for various reasons. It really does make you realise just how frequently they must see patients (of all ages and in varying states of health) in the nude and yes, how 'everyday' and 'normally routine' to them it must be.
The nurse who saw me naked the longest was a lovely lady who helped to walk the short distance to the patients' shower room. This was 3 days after my operation and she asked me if I would like to take a shower. I desperately wanted one....but I was unsure if I was steady enough on my feet / strong enough to do it. She explained that she would assist me as much or little as I wanted. Of course, I realised that I would, effectively, have to strip in front of her, but....to be honest...it did not actually bother me. I really wanted that shower. So I said 'Yes please. That will be fine.' First up, she had me lie back on the bed so that she could check my incision scars and 'puncture wounds' ( from where the drain tubes had been inserted). This involved lifting up my PJ top and lowering my PJ trousers to groin level. After some visual inspection and gentle palpating she said it all looked fine (Indeed my consultant had said as much the day before).
There was just one problem (which I had been dreading)....the catheter. So, I sheepishly mentioned it.' Ah yes,' she said - very matter of factly - ' well....that needs to come out today anyway. I can do that for you now....if you like? Then you can have your shower.' Inwardly, I gulped. But then I figured...well it has to come out sometime....so...get it over with. Anyway....she seemed such a nice person...'Erm....OK. Yes please....thank you..'(I croaked). She smiled, as though she could read my mind. 'I'll be right back. Don't worry. You'll be fine.'
The curtains were still drawn around my bay when she returned five minutes later with a large bowl and a hypodermic syringe. Thanks to Zity I was not worried about the hypodermic. I must have looked worried tnough, so she said 'Don't worry....I'm not going to inject your....well, you know...'( I laughed nervously ). Anyway...she deflated the balloon. Then, quite gently. 'Right...now if you could just lower your pyjama bottoms for me'....I did. ' Good. Now....I just have to hold the end of your penis....and then I'll pull the catheter out...very fast. It will be a slightly unpleasant burning sensation..,but it shouldn't hurt too much.' She was very calm and smiley!! OK. Are you ready??' I nodded and smiled wanly. 'Right. Just lie back and relax...' I did..well I tried to. I felt her hand gently on my penis (but firm enough). 'Right...Here goes..' I gasped pretty loudly at the searing, burning sensation.,,,but it only lasted c. 5 seconds.'There. All done. Told you it wasn't so bad!' She was already putting the bag, the tube and everything else into the plastic bowl. 'Right. I'll be back in 5 minutes, then you can have your shower.'
She was as good as her word. I was still a little shaky, wobbly. Anyway I put my dressing gown and slippers on, got my toiletries bag and, with a little support, shuffled off to the shower room. It was only c. 50 metres away, but it seemed to take forever for me to walk there. It was actually a wet room, with a shower built into the corner. So, no shower screen, no shower
curtains. Completely open plan. She made sure I knew how to operate it (fairly simple). Then she asked me if I needed any help. I said no....but please would she stay. (I was worried in case I might feel faint or dizzy etc). She said that of course she would stay, if I wanted her to. I did.
So, I kicked off my slippers, slipped off my dressing gown, took of my PJs and stood totally naked in front of her. Then I put my sponge bag on the little shelf and turned on the shower. My...it felt sooooo good!! The jets stung a bit on my wounds, so I avoided those areas as I lathered up. The nurse was watching me very closely. I washed my hair and yes, I did lather up my balls, cock and ass, washing those areas thoroughly. Finally, I had a lovely rinse under the warm jets before switching the shower off. The nurse smiled as I stood there nude, full frontal, dripping wet. 'Well done you. Now, do you need any help with drying or getting dressed?' I said I would be OK. 'Good. I'll go back to the ward then. Just pull the red emergency cord if you need any help.' 'Thank you.' I replied as she went out.
Years ago, it would have been a fantasy of mine!! But it did not feel sexual at all. Although the nurse was at least 30 years younger than me....I felt as though I was about 9 or 10 years old with my mother gently chiding me in the bathroom. As in the 'gowns' situations, I wonder how many patients nurses see completely naked in the showers during the course of an average week?? And again...it is just a normal, everyday occurrence to them.