In the waiting room - Thoughts

I'm not really focused on who else is in the waiting room when I go in for an annual physical exam now or why they might be there. There use to be some embarrassment when I was younger and I checked in with receptionist. I would say that "I'm here for a 10:00 appointment" and the receptionist would say "oh, yes, you are here for your annual physical" about as loud as a small shout. Enough for anyone in the waiting room to know exactly why I was there and what was about to happen if they cared. I was really embarrassed when the receptionist said that loudly and there were a couple of young women about my age or younger sitting together close to the receptionist counter who heard what the receptionist said and looked up at me and giggled. One of them leaned over and whispered something in the other girl's ear as I walked past them to take a seat. I couldn't tell what she said but I knew that they were talking about me and my impending physical exam. I was in my late 20s.

Reminded me of my junior high and high school days when the girls in school seemed to know a lot about our sports physicals and what those involved and thought it was really funny to cough real loud or ask us when we were freshmen how we liked our balls being handled by the doctors. This was usually during the first week of school because our sports physicals were in the late summer before school started and every girl with a brother old enough to be in junior high and high school and playing sports had just had his physical. If they had required physicals, the girls playing sports went to their own doctors as I never heard of girls getting group exams like we did.

I think that there are several aspects of arriving at a doctor's office. The check-in and waiting area for me gets me on edge somewhat. I prefer not to be in a very busy waiting area, which one has no control over, and tend to sit in a corner whenever possible. I don't tend to engage in chit chat. There are magazines and now a TV monitor to look at but it does little to calm the jitters. One by one, a nurse calls someone forward or someone is leaving and goes over to check out. I surely wonder what took place. Yes, "Did he have to strip naked? How did he do? What's in store for me?" The answers to 2 of the first questions will not be known but within minutes of walking down the hall I am handed a urine container and told to provide a sample. The process starts. There is no likely escape without being noticed. Sheepishly placing the warm urine sample on a counter in the exam hall, the nurse thanks me, has me then read the eye chart, and finally sends me into the exam room. There I am weighed and get vitals taken. It helps pass time before I am directed, "Okay, everything off for the doctor. You're to have a full exam today!? I have learned that if I appear confused, she only repeats the directive before departing. I generally leave on my briefs and wait for the doctor to require me to remove them, which happens rather soon, and now, it's only a matter of time before he snaps on his glove!

Another place where my mind wanders is sitting in the exam room. It seems to vary as to what will take place and when. The first thing is being told to undress. The only question is whether it's "Undress down to your underpants," or "Take everything off for the doctor!" Once that is achieved, it becomes a time when my nervousness increases. I prefer not to wait long, like please don't leave me there for more than 5 minutes, but then it often is longer. My pulse gets faster for sure and I sit on a chair rather than the exam table. Seems silly I know but I am no rush to get started. I do look around the room. He's pretty good at not having things out but the tray near the table will contain KY, glove, and the knee thingy. With the knock on the door, I feel my heart pound and the doc enters inevitably offering me his hand and asks, "How are you doing today?" Shyness takes over and with it the exam begins. Like most of us, there comes a point either at the start or mid exam where nakedness is required and very personal examination takes place. By the end, there is that squishy feeling and just wanting to wipe before dressing. My pulse returns to normal and my briefs return to a customary place.

Nick

Yes definitely! I always scan the waiting room to see if there’s any cute guys there, then imagine that they’re there for a full physical and image them sitting on the exam table in their underwear waiting for their upcoming exam.

When I’m in the waiting room I wonder how much longer am I going to have to wait before seeing the doc. Could care less why others are there. Unless I see someone who looks like a disabled vet - I wonder what horror story brought him/her here.

I am honestly usually so annoyed because the doctors are always behind. I’ve had to wait in some offices for 45 minutes. However? If I were late...

Can't wait till it's over to get out.

I do the same thing but after a while I just try to distract myself while I wait to be taken in

I look around and try to figure out why they are there for. What going to be done,etc. After that I usually read a book on my tablet or play a game waiting to be called back.When I go to gyno you know why all females are there. Now when I take my son to pediatrician I sit and usually talk to other parents.

When going to my family doc I sometimes wonder if the girls are there for a physical. I could usually tell too as the doc had one back room set up for physicals and had a bathroom included. I always wondered if it was used for things like enemas.

I just sit there trying not to breathe or touch anything. That has to be the germiest place in the world and most of those sickos do their best to share.

As another exam time approaches in the age of COVID-19, I find myself beset with the usual thoughts and feelings. I guess the exam experience is no longer one of surprises. Yet, it does generate intense feelings of vulnerability and a degree of helplessness as I undress and realize at some point soon, I will be removing my briefs. The usual feelings of anxiety and inevitable shrinkage are strong. While I know my size is irrelevant to the doc, it's still one of those things. The penis does what it wishes regardless of ego! Then there is the snap of his glove and what that implies. His exam of my genitals and careful exploration of each testicle as I lay back and then stand up. He has me spread of my legs shoulder width. His looks at my package then I feel his gentle squeezing of each testicle as I cough and react the internal strain. Maybe a dangle occurs. Without much fanfare, he makes me turn around and lean onto the table, pushing my butt out and away from the table with my legs spread wide. He feels my sack once more before spreading my cheeks taking a visual of my anus as he traces with his finger and asks me to pulse three times. "Deep breath and push," and then I feel it. His finger finds it mark and with it a subtle gasp as he presses fully into me and twists. My mind races to how he rotates his finger and the aftermath of KY lingering between my cheeks and glistening my anus. Another exam moment. Take care everyone.

I have found in recent years there is little time to let my mind wander in the waiting room. It seems that I am handed some kind of paperwork to review or complete each time I check in for an appointment, which generally takes whatever time I am seated in the waiting area. On the rare occasion that I am waiting longer, I usually try to find a magazine to distract myself from thinking about my own fate when I am called in to the exam room.

I’ve never seen anyone under 50ish in my doctors waiting room. And to be honest, I’ve never thought twice about why they are there. The walls between the three exam rooms are paper thin and I will usually try to listen to what’s going on in the next room over. I’ve never heard anything exciting happening though.

When i sit in my surgery i sometimes look at the other people and think what are they in for,my ex once told me that when she was in the surgery waiting to see the doctor she would think what would she do if the examination went further than it should and the doctor was,in her words,getting very intimate with her,she found that a turn on and often wondered whether she would say something to the doctor or go along with it,every time she went to the doctors after telling me that i hoped she would come back and tell me that the doctor gave her a very intimate examination and that she orgasmed,if only.

These days I just think about wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But if I let my mind wander I wonder who is there for a particularly intimate or embarrassing exam. As a teenager I remember a middle aged man walking out of the exam room with the doctor and a nurse, and his face was beet red, staring downward. And I thought- I bet that guy just got his ass examined by the doctor with the nurse’s help.

It all starts when I'm walking into the doctors office, check in with the receptionist and sit down. My heart starts beating faster just thinking about what's going to happen next. Being called back by the nurse to take my height and weight just before being taken to the exam room for my annual physical. Also seeing other women in the waiting room and thinking that they are there for a physical as well.