You asked on Friday how I became interested in medical play. Talk about epiphanies. There's more to the story as I think of my Way Back Machine!
I can trace my interest in medical play back to the second week of kindergarten. It was mid September and one morning there was a knock at the classroom door. Our teacher answered the door and brought in this "twentish" suntanned, nicely dressed young woman. The teacher introduced her as the school doctor and indicated that today we would all get our school physical physical examinations in the doctor's office. I had no idea what they were but had climbed the fire escape and seen the doctor's office with scales, screen and Snellen chart. It was just a little cubby hole. Little did I know how it would affect my life.
[left]The doctor must have been fresh out of med school - she couldn't have been more than 26, short, pony-tail kind of a B-bop look, tan, nicely tailored slacks and a top that revealed just a hint of cleavage. So Miss Kuntz says "Girls follow the doctor" and we boys went on with Alice, Jerry and Spot (note I am of the generation of Dick and Jane). So the girls trickled back into the classroom one at a time with various looks of horror and giggling delight ! So when the last girl (Karen) came down, Miss Kuntz says "Karen will you lead the boys up to the doctor's office." So I was first in line and she lead the way. I noticed something about her, her shirt was buttoned wrong! That was my first clue that something interesting was about to take place. So shortly the school nurse Miss Stritch if I remember correctly came out and silenced us - then told me to come in. First time in the place rather than observation from the fire escape! It had that clinical smell to it.[/left]
[left]So the nurse gets my health record from the file cabinet (which by the way in later years I purloined). She tells me to take off my shoes and step up on the scales, then to stand tall as she measured me with the stadiometer. Next a vision test. That done my blood pressure, pulse, respiration, (no temperature) were recorded. I was just about to put on my shoes when I had my first streak of terror - I didn't know how to tie my shoes - funny as I look back after having a long history of doing experimental surgery. [/left]
[left]Nurse Stritch said, "Now David the school doctor will see you now please step behind the screen. So I did and there she sat with stethoscope around her neck (it was a Ford bell (funnel type) with amber tubing. She was writing up the past student, looked up - smiled and said "I'll be with you David" And true to her word put down her pen. Said, "Will you please take off your shirt for me." That was streak of terror number two! So I complied and was asked to hop up on the exam table which I did. She put her stethoscope in her ears, the auscultated both my heart and lungs, then had me lay flat and repeated the same procedure and finally roll on my left side as she listened (she was doing as she was taught). Then I had to bend over for a scoliosis exam. I was thinking this is sort of fun, all the attention. But the worst was yet to come![/left]
[left]I got off the table and turned toward the door, but with her long finger sort of pointing to her lip said, "Oh one more thing" She said "I am going to ask you to remove your trousers" THAT DID IT! Third and last shock! So there I stood with this attractive young woman about to do I knew not what. So she tells me to stand with legs apart, puts on a glove and pulls back my foreskin, looks at my urethra. Then she feels for my testicles, and feels, and feels some more. Nothing in there! Her countenance changed from a smile to puzzlement, from puzzlement to a furrowed brow. What she had forgotten from med school was the cremasteric reflex. For those of you unfamiliar with male physiology, when a cold hand or a plunge into a cold quarry hole the testicles reflexly move up into the inguinal canal. The previous patients (girls) did not have genital exams - probably just a quick peak in the panties. So I was the first to be touched with her cold hands. Next followed a series of maneuvers - telling me to strain like I had to do #2 (remember that term?) then lay down on the table while she pressed my abdomen, finally a warm wet hand towel to my suprapubic area did the trick. Again I stood seeing a relief on her face realizing I did not have undescended testicles. So she palpated them - they weren't very large obviously at age five - then up on tip toes and cough whilst her long middle finger palpated the inguinal canals. I can't remember if she took a deep sigh but from that moment on my destiny was set.[/left]
[left]My reading, my education , career, my friends, my hobbies my writings - were decided at that moment. I put my pants and shirt back on, walked out of that office, with shoestrings dangling and knew my life's work.[/left]
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