Yes, I actually had two physicals in Southern African, on the same day.
I went to our organization’s medical office, for my exit screening, in the morning. The receptionist/assistant said the nurse was running late. I knew the receptionist from when she’d come out to bars with us. She led me into the office/exam room, and said the nurse told her to begin the preliminaries, and she said I could undress down to my underwear behind the folding screen next to the exam table. She stood right near the exam table, not more than about four feet from me on the other side of the pretty flimsy screen. When I’d taken off my shirt and pants, she called out to remind me just down to my boxers, showing she could see what type of underwear I was wearing. When I stepped around, she wasn’t quite able to keep a straight face. She was making the most of the situation, lol.
We did the height, weight, and were sitting at table doing blood pressure, when the nurse arrived. The receptionist stayed in the room, and busied herself with whatever. The nurse had me move to sitting on the exam table, where she did ears, eyes, nose, throat, checked for lice, and any skin abnormalities. Then, we moved to her desk, where we went through an extensive questionnaire which was a multiple page checklist. This took nearly 30 minutes to get through it all. The nurse then informed me that I had an appointment that afternoon with a male doctor, across town, who would complete the physical. And, I could get dressed.
This was how things were often done there. After all, why take care of things with one physical, when you can turn it into a daylong ordeal.
In the afternoon, I went nearly clear across town, to the doctor’s office. His receptionist was a good deal more professional than the one at our medical office. She asked me to have a seat in the waiting room, and the doctor would be with me soon. It wasn’t too long a wait, by Africa Time, only about 20 minutes.
The doctor’s exam room was rather reminiscent of my family doctor’s office growing up, in that it had old fashioned cabinets, although not in quite such good shape, but it seemed not much different than a North American small medical practice.. The doctor was professional, but casual in his clothes, no white coat. He started by mostly repeating the same things which had been done in the morning appointment, (of course, lol.) Then, he said he needed to do a head to toe assessment, and I could undress behind the screen, which was much better than at the earlier physical. He said to take everything off, and while I was behind the screen he handed me a cloth gown, which was a bit short. I was more or less covered in the front, but no way was this going to close in the back. Anyway, he had me lay on the exam table, lowered the gown to my waist for upper assessment, then covered me again, and pulled the gown up to just below my waist for the lower assessment. As he did the assessment, he asked me about my time in their country, and where I’d be going back to in the States. Then, he asked me to stand for the hernia, and prostate check. And, finally, I needed to give a urine sample, so he handed me a tall glass beer stein, (I’m not kidding.) The doctor left the room, and I nearly filled the stein, and placed it on the shelf along the wall behind the screen. The doctor returned, and told me I could get dressed again. As I turned to go behind the screen, I heard the door open, and the receptionist entered. As the gown provided no real coverage in the back, I hurried along, but she excused herself, and said she’d come back when I was dressed.
More recently, I had a screening exam for eczema study, at a clinic in Montreal. I made small album from that visit, here https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=gallery;ox=showalbum;ax=8295
When I was in Paris, years ago, I wish I’d had some reason to visit a doctor, as I hear patients are expected to undress completely for the entire exam, and often the doctor doesn’t leave the room. That would bring back memories from when I was growing up.