At age 16 I had to have repair of deviated nasal septum. I those days, there were no same-day outpatient procedures. I had to get admitted to the hospital the day prior and stay overnight. During that night before my minor surgery, I was awakened around midnight by a young intern or resident who told me he needed to perform final “pre-op check” so I would be cleared to go to OR first thing in the morning. He looked in my mouth, up my nose, and in my ears, which I was used to after many ENT exams for my problem, and once he did all that I figured he was done. Instead, he told me that I could not be taken to the OR in the pajamas I was wearing, that I needed to put on a hospital gown, and he would be back to finish my check after I did that. He said, “Remove everything you are wearing including your underpants and socks, put on the gown with opening in the back.” When he returned, he said all that was left was a check of my vital signs and pulses. I was shocked when he then pulled back the blanket and lifted the bottom of my gown to my neck. I was totally exposed, became very nervous and embarrassed. I started to get a partial erection that I could not control. He had me sit up and listened to my heart and lungs, took my blood pressure. Then he said, “Please lay back down so I can check all your pulses.” He felt pulses in my neck, armpits, feet, behind my knees … and then he held and moved my genitals from side to side as he check femoral pulses. I was shocked and got full erection as he did this. Final instruction was “Now roll over onto your stomach please.” Once I complied, he explained, “The last thing I need to do is check your temperature because you cannot go to OR if you have a fever. We need to document the most accurate and reliable measurement of your core temperature, so I am going to take it the old-fashioned way.” As he said that he gripped my ankles and moved my feet to the sides of the bed. He took my rectal temp, keeping his hand on my lower buttocks holding the thermometer inside me, then took his time wiping away the lube from my anus. When he helped me roll back over onto my back, he noticed I had been dripping a lot from the tip of my penis, so he wiped that away as well while he said, “You are a normal boy, healthy and cleared to go to OR. Now you can go back to sleep.” This has remained the single most memorable and most humiliating medical experience of my life.