I went to my doctor today, for a semi-annual visit. I used to have high blood pressure, and he wants me to come back every six months or so just to make sure it's not creeping back. I lost a lot of weight, changed my diet, exercise a lot now. So I wait in the examining room, checking my emails. Nurse comes in, take the pressure (it's fine) and says the doctor will be in soon.
These sessions are usually perfunctory. We talk, he takes my pressure, listens to my heartbeat, writes a script for blood work. Today, though, we talked a lot, about stress, family, diet, etc. Then he said "you know, the last couple of times you were here, it was sort of a drive-by shooting. I'd like to spend a little more time today. You up to it?" I nodded, I wasn't really, but what could I say? I'm in my early 40s, so I guessed I should go ahead with whatever he wanted. "Good," he said. "Why don't you just get your clothes off and we'll take a good look at you."
He just sat at the desk, typing something into his computer. So I started to undress. When I was down to my shorts, I paused. He looked up and said, "lose those, too. I'd ask you to take 'em off later anyway." So I shrugged and stripped.
With me naked on the table, he took his time, feeling glands, listening to heart and lungs, had me lie down, felt around my abdomen, etc. Then I had to stand up. Instead of dropping my shorts and standing on the ledge, I was already in my birthday suit. Got to say, it felt comfortable by this point. He asked me to come over, get off the stool. He usually just did the cough and squeeze my testicles bit. This time he pulled on my penis, slipped the foreskin back and forth, and felt it up and down and squeezed the end. Then the usual testicle exam and hernia thing.
Next up, of course, was the prostate exam. In the past, fast in and out. This time, he spread the cheeks, looked and felt around, and then in, telling me to breath hard. He was in there for awhile, really squeezing down on my prostate. I got up on my toes. "Easy, guy, almost over." When he finished, he had me turn around and squeezed the penis again, looking for a discharge. He had me come over while he finished entering exam findings in his computer. Then he squeezed my butt and said, "it looks okay. Get dressed and I'll write out some scripts for bloodwork and a couple of other tests."
I totally didn't expect this, but I guess it was a good thing. It's rare to get this kind of treatment these days.