Most embarrassing procedures

@gayawallah Thank you for sharing that unique detailed sensitive story that you had to endure. Very interesting & informative. Sorry for what you had to endure, though, as I realize it was not quite a walk in the park.

...there was one nurse in that ward who just couldn't get enough time looking at me. When ever she came in the room, I knew she was coming to pull down the sheet and look at me.

Very curious. How did you feel about that nurse? How did you feel about the fact that as soon as you saw her, you knew what was coming? Then, and now.

Like, i try to put myself in that kind of situation. Depending on how attracted i was to that nurse, my attitude towards such an experience could vary. Not so much about my cock responding in that kind of moment, since it probably couldn't, but more about the looking back on the whole thing.....

I found my first pelvic exam the most embarrassing. I was a virgin and had not been seen nude by anybody since probably being potty trained. Of course the my doctor growing up took a cursory look, but by no means was I exposed in the a well woman exam is done. I however got over it quickly and hence the development of this fetish.

I'm not quite sure why I found it so embarrassing, maybe it had to do with the circumstances in which I found myself in the ER that night, but one of the most embarrassing medical procedures for me was having my eyes flushed with Morgan lenses. I was trying to clean marker off of something with acetone. I was going to try and use a little dremel tool with a buffer pad attachment, and I hadn't realized I spilled acetone all over the place when I set it down.

The pad soaked it up like a sponge, and when I turned it on it splattered everywhere. Including directly into both eyes. Let me tell you, that was a horrible burning sensation. So I wound up going to the ER because urgent care was closed. My eyes were really bothering me. I was very embarrassed having to own up to my silly mistake, telling my story to about ten different hospital staff/nurses/ and eventually the doctor. I had arrived in my pajamas, hair was a mess.

Having them numb my eyes and stick those horrible Morgan lenses in my eyes was bad enough, but having to sit there with my head drooped over a basin for 20 minutes with tubes hanging out of my eyes...while my mother watched, took pictures, and posted on Facebook... :p Definitely high on my embarrassing medical experience list. I wound up having an abrasion on my left cornea and what she deemed chemical conjunctivitis. Three eye doctor appointments later and I'm good as new. 😉

@Jds4med - I was in the hospital in either early July of 1950 or '51. I cannot remember exactly. At this point, I appreciate my parents scheduling this during the summer vacation.Partly because my memory is starting to go, partly because the experience was so embarrassing and/or humiliating.

@JTMac form - As for the nurse, she was not one of the 20-something girls just out of nursing school. Perhaps more like 40. Two days after the operation, I had to pee desperately, but I couldn't release a stream of urine. When the nurse came in, I told her, and she said "I know what will help you", went out. She returned soon with a catheter and the associated equipment. After she lubed the first 2-3 inches (maybe more), she started to insert the catheter. I was scared to death, thinking it was going to harm my penis and that it would hurt a lot. She held my penis gently but firmly and slowly got the catheter going. Before hand, she did say that she would probably not have to insert the whole thing (about 10" long), but the she could stop as soon as the urine started to flow. Because she was so gentle, I never felt much discomfort much less pain. After inserting 3-4 inches she got the urine to flow, and directed the stream into a urinal. As it flowed, gently pulled the catheter out. After this hospital stay, I have been catheterized only once since (by a male nurse 20 years later), and I must admit that this nurse was far more gentle and concerned about her patient's comfort than the male.

The second day after this, I had to be catheterized a second time, again by the same nurse. She used the same care as she had the first time, and I was able to release urine very quickly that time. After that episode, she continue to come in daily and look at me. However, except for the two catheterizations, she never came close to touching me or fondling my penis.

I think for me it was my mammogram.

Now that I've had a baby I don't feel the same about being exposed below the waist. Your doctor is examing weekly (or bi-weekly) down there for weeks and while you're in the hospital so many people are up in there that you don't even care anymore. And their hands are WAY up there. But I never breastfed and so I feel little more sensitive and private about my breasts. I feel naked without my bra. For me the part of the exam I dread the most is that breast exam when my whole chest is on display and the doctor is feeling them and you have to move your arms this way and that way while they are being inspected.

I am only in my early 30's but I found a lump this past summer so I had to get both an ultrasound and a mammogram. After I checked in a someone called me back and showed me to an area with a wall of rooms that look like fitting rooms from a store. She hands me a key and a cape thing and says I have to take everything off from the waist up, put all my belongings in a locker and then motions at a door and says to go in there and have a seat. When I opened the door --it was a room with chairs along 3 walls and other women in the same cape. For me -- anytime I don't have a bra on I feel completely naked and this cape thing they have you in -- even though everyone else in the room has it on it felt very humilating. And it's was LONG wait.

Then a tech calls me back and she takes me into this x-ray room and she motions at a chair and says you can put your cape and your key on the chair. So now I'm the room with the tech naked from the waist up and she has me stand by the machine and the best way I can describe it is manhandling...First she adjusts the height of the machine and mandhandles my breast so it is sitting on there just right and then she starts lowering the plate and the whole time she is handling my breast - pushing it and rolling it. Then the plate comes down all the way squishing it and I am in the oddest position and she moves her hand away and then wraps your bottom half with this heavy lead apron. Then you have to take a deep breath and hold it. Then she does the 2 other breast. I thought we were done. Nope she pulls out something that look like EKG electrodes and says she needs additional pictures of where the lump is - so she has me step away from the machine and face her and show her where the lump is and she feels around my breast and then sticks these 4 stickers on my breast where the lump is and does the whole manhandling/manuevring in the machine again - except this time she has to squeeze the plates harder. I thought we were done. I thought it could finally put my bra and shirt on and run out of there. But no. She said I needed to put the cape back on and go back out into the waiting room. Ugh. Then there were even more people out there in their capes. A few minutes later she came back and called me again back into the room. She didn't say anything she just said to have a seat and she would be back with the doctor. She left the door ajar. Another looong wait...then the doctor came (a radiologist whom I've never met before) came in. She asked me to remove open the cape and felt around were the lump was and then talked me about the results and then I was finally able to leave. Ugh. I don't know when my next one of those will be but I will not be looking forward to it.

@ Cloudyeve, Thank you for sharing what was a very sensitive experience for you, and the awkwardness that you felt.

It sounds like your situation ended up ok. I'm hoping that's the case.

Thinking it would be good if you were able to find a doctor you could feel more comfortable with, so you wouldn't dread it as much.

Unless my pants were off, nothing done so far has been embarrassing, and the things that have been done to me when they were off, I didn't really find all that embarrassing since a medical professional went about doing their job very professionally.

Anecdotes:

Once I was about to have a rectal exam when I KNEW for a fact the coast wasn't clear because I felt a BM moving onto the shipping dock just as I was called into the appointment, and when I warned the doctor they laughed and said, "Don't worry, I've seen all the possibilities" as they proceeded with the exam full-steam ahead.

Another time, while trying out some tri-mix for ED, I had an erection for over 5 hours which meant I had to head back to the urologist for an injection of phenylephrine to avoid dangerous priapism. Walking from the parking structure into the office and waiting in the reception room with a steel-hard erection uncomfortably jammed into my pants while trying to hide it behind my coat was potentially embarrassing, but I figured hey, I was headed for the pee-pee doctor so this couldn't be that unusual. Even whipping it out for the good doctor to give me an injection of antidote was another potential embarrassment, but again, this is his specialty anyways and I needed medical attention.

Definitely the rectal exam. When the doctor shoves his finger up my anus and my penis gets a little bit harder.

Something I've never experienced, but would love to is a full neurological evaluation of ED. Checking penile sensation, nerve conduction and especially a bulbocavernous reflex exam. I would hope there were medical students needing to observe and participate.

The much simpler way is to introduce one finger into the anus. After the patient relaxes, pinch the glans or clitoris and feel for the reflexive tightening of the anus. It doesn't give you a reading of reflex time, but it does work as a screening exam.

Mine would also be the voiding cystogram a young lady medical ass't. did, along with her doing a bladder irrigation and Foley removal. Also, my first SSE done by a student nurse in a hospital the night before surgery: She was 19 and me 17.

Wow. Never seen that type of exam. Should have been a gyno.

Everything is kind of embarrassing. I am not used to so much physical touch from men touching and examining my cock and are cm away from my face when they check my eyes

The most embarrassing procedure: for me getting a digital rectal exam, bending over the exam table

They've all been worse in my imagination then in reality. This is starting from adolescence, when there was some jokes about "you're goinna get..." around the hernia check and "sticking a finger up your butt" (though I seriously doubt many if any of my contemporaries got that). Well, the hernia check wasn't a big deal, then later on the DRE wasn't a big deal (though I was more embarrassed about the possibility of that then the hernia check to be honest). The first time I thought I was going to get one I distinctly remember thinking "oh, great" when the radio played "Relax" earlier in the day (urologist appointment, doctor wound up not doing one). Then, later when it happened it was "oh, really? Big deal - why was I worried?" type stuff. I did have my wife there for moral support, still don't know if she thought I was a wuss or not (probably did, and with reason. I was there through a pregnancy, and guys have NOTHING to complain about as far as embarrassing doctor procedures compared to women).

The likely most embarrassing one was the testicular ultrasound, because there's a lot of time spent in the area and moving stuff around. Again, it was worse in anticipation than actuality, but I was hurting so much I was kind of out of it (not because of the exam).

Two barium enemas second one more because I was older and had a definite fetish by that time😃

Mine has been a colonoscopy which was not bad or anything to be embarrassed about. The embarrassing part was that one of my longtime employees was my procedure nurse. I said hi...they put me out before I remember her replying. Have seen her many times since. She has never given any indication or said anything so guess is ok but when they rolled me in there and I saw her I though oh s... laugh about it now tho

My medical care used to primarily all holistic in nature. When I was in my late teens it was recommended that I do a series of colonics. My major objection was the only colonic technician was a much older male. I finally agreed and he told me all about the procedure but didn't tell me he'd be lubricating me with his finger prior to the insertion of the tubing. I was so embarrassed.

Another embarrassing procedure in my late teens was a simple EKG. I had asked for a woman because to be honest I was very shy and reserved. The hospital said they found a woman and this really happened that the nurse in training didn't know how to run an EKG machine so I had the inter female nurse and a super creepy supervising male nurse so two people staring at my boobs for the EKG procedure. Modesty was out of the question and the male nurse just kept staring at my breasts and had both uncovered and not a quick placement of the sticky. I've had several EKG's since this experience and every time the nurse/ cna doesn't overly expose and quickly puts the sticky under the breasts not a prolonged experience of my late teens.

Mine would have had to been the "big snip" a vasectomy. I have read here that some guys have had their penis taped to keep it out of the way. Not me, I was so anxious that it had hid. My wife was with me and we were put in a Med. room, bigger then an exam room with lots of equipment. I was told to strip and put the gown on and Dr. would be in. It seemed like an eternity and the nurse came back put a tray of things together and said the Dr was running late. I couldn't help myself so I looked at the tray. That made it worse, a razor, a scalpel, scissors, a syringe with needle, bandages all quite scary. Then more waiting, more anxiety, more penis hiding. The Dr. and nurse come in, after some small talk [ no not about the penis} I was told to lay back put feet in stirrups, the nurse moved the gown and thank god put a drape thing over me. She did a quick shave only where the incisions were to be made. A few shots in the scrotum and another short wait for them to deaden. Not much feeling until the cords were pulled on, could feel that up into the stomach but not that painful. After a few minutes and a few stitches it was over. We were told after 10 ejaculations bring a sample in for a check. After a little over a week, don't remember how long, I took my sample in. Back in those days privacy was not a big deal, I was at the receptionist counter a receptionist asked what I needed. I had to explain with other patients on both sides of me, she had to question another receptionist on what to do. The one looked at a chart and said there needed to be a prescribed time before returning the sample, I assured them it had been long enough, they looked at each other smiled and ok. It worked out to sex nearly everyday. I'm sure it seemed worse then it was but it seemed everyone in the clinic was involved in or heard the whole thing

Having a pimple that turned into an abscess lanced that was on my butt cheek. Basically right around the edge where it curves down towards my anus, almost in the crack, but not quite. Cheeks needed to be spread to have that dealt with. That was embarrassing.

"electrode" who was the doctor, a woman or a man and how old was the doctor?

I don't recall what brought my wife to the ER but we were in the exam room (I always have to go with her per her request) waiting for someone to hook her up for an EKG. She works in a store and knows many of the customers very well. In comes a young boy who is one of those to do the deed. He is barely in his 20s and she is 70. He has to lift her breasts to stick some of them on. She was quite embarrassed but I think it was nearly as bad for him.

Mine was when I was new in the army. I hurt my back and went to the hospital for it. This was NOT an appointment so I had only what I was wearing. They decided to put me in a hot tub type thing. If you knew ahead of time you would bring bathing trunks but all I had was my army issue skivvies. The ones that allow you to roll over three times in bed without the skivvies moving at all. My choice was take them off or have wet ones to somehow take back with me, so I removed them. They didn't tell me someone was going to come in to massage my back while was in there. After about 10 minutes in comes the most beautiful young blond girl I have ever seen to do the massaging. She had barely started when I had the biggest erection I had ever had in my life and she is standing in back of me bent over so she has it in full view and there is nothing I can do to even try to hide it. As she worked her way down my back to around the tailbone it just got worse. But finally I got some relief when we both started laughing about it. I think that was probably the last time I was embarrassed about anything like that.

"electrode" who was the doctor, a woman or a man and how old was the doctor?

Female nurse practitioner, probably mid 40s or so.

It was waking up from the medication and telling my doctor that I wanted to screw (but that wasn't quite the word I used, lol) his brains out

THIS is a big reason I refuse to allow them to give me propofol for a procedure I might have to have. I've read that there is a tendency of people under it to talk of their sexual fantasies. 1. I have the hots for my gyn and do not need to be saying something like that and 2. given my medical fetishes, I do not want that coming out either!

Problem is coming up with a believable reason to not want it!

See if they can do it with a regional or spinal block.

I'm not sure if they do that for the procedure(s) I'm supposed to have, but I will ask.

I went to urgent care with what turned out to be real bad pneumonia. They sent me by ambulance to the ER in the main hospital. Once they decided to admit me, they took me to a private room by the nurse's desk (still in the ER) while I was waiting for a bed and gave me IV lasix as I had edema in my legs and feet. The washroom was quite a walk away, so my nurse gave me the choice of catheter or commode. I chose the commode.

The room had one wall that was all glass, with a sliding glass door. There was a curtain covering most of the wall. When the nurse left, she pulled the curtain over the door.

The first time I used the commode, I must have urinated for 15 mins straight. At some point, I noticed that a section of the curtain was not pulled closed and I could see the nurse's station. Meaning that anyone out there could see me. People came and went (at the nurse's station), some stayed for a few minutes. I didn't dare get up and go back to the bed, knowing that if I did, they'd be able to see parts of me I didn't want to be seen. Finally, the nurse came back in and I told her about the curtain. She fixed it and I was able to get back into bed. How humiliating.

One of the most embarassing procedures I've had done was an anoscopy to biopsy anal neoplasia lesions. As I sat on the table talking to the doctor proir to the procedure, he saw me aprehensively eying the various items placed on a tray. He let me know that those were all to be used on me. The doctor told me to take down my pants and get on the table "with my butt up in the air". After the scope was inserted, the doctor realized that he did not have all the items needed to compete the biopsy. He had me reach back and hold the scope in place while he went out to ask the nurse to retrieve the necessary items. When the nurse walked in, there I was with my pants pulled all the way down, my bare butt exposed, holding the scope in place. I was acquainted with the doctor socially and I know he enjoyed my embarassment.

One of the more embarrassing parts for me is the abdominal exam. Sometimes it makes me jump if the doctor hits the right spot