Appointment with a female cardiologist on May the 8th

I have been a hypocondriac all my life and i have been afraid of doctors and everything connected to medecine., so I felt rather fortunate that my company imposed medical exams only every five years. Recently, the personal department decided to impose those visits every three years to employees over 50.

So, a few weeks ago, I received a notice to go to a medical center for some blood and urine tests and an ECG prior to a visit to the company doctor.

After those tests, for some days, I was very anxious, waiting for the medical center to phone and tell me they had found something horrible with me. That did not happen, so teen days ago, I went to the company doctor’s office for the medical exam itself..

Our doctor, whom I visited once three years ago, is a nice looking North African woman around 30. She knows about my anxiety with doctors, so she told me right away that my tests were good, even though the ECG had revealed a case of thachycardia with 120 bpm.

Aicha, the woman doctor, was wearing a polo neck pullover and jeans; Quite stupidly, I felt dissapointed not to see her legs, a collegue had told me she wore a miniskirt the day she examined him and he said her slender legs made his blood prssure rise.

she asked me to undress to my brief and had me lie on her examination bed She stethed my heart for quite a while, checking my heartrate with her watch.and noticed it was still beating at 120 bpm. She made me sit to listen to my lungs and congratulated me for not smoking. Then, she palpated various places of my abdomen .At one moment, her hand went under my brief and touched unwillingly my penis for a second . She did go any further. French doctors usually don’t make any genital or rectal exam in those routine exams She took my temperature (in my ear), and my blood pressure

After the exam, we had some kind of debriefing. Aicha confirmed that there was nothing wrong with me, ….except for my anxiety. She told me that, considering my thachycardia revealed by the ECG exam and my blood pressure during the exam (10/1😎, she was in the obligation to refer me to a cardiologist to consider putting me on a beta-blocking medecine that would reduce my heartrate, reduce my BP and even treat my anxiety

I felt absolutely destroyed at the idea of having to see another doctor, but I managed to say good bye to the doctor without showing her my state of panic (I hope so anyhow)

Last Thursday, I got an e-mail from Aicha saying she had arranged an appointment for me on May 10th with a female cardiologiet with a Russian name. She had added this comment: « Don’t worry, Vera is very nice and gentle ».

Evan if this appointment is in allmost a month, I am allready in a state of panic, thinking of the exams she willl perform on me or even aditionnal exams she might order.

I must say I also have a slight excitation at the idea to be nude, as some cardiologists put you on a first visit according to my informations, in front of a Maria Sharapova look-alike, but may be she will not be that beautifull;…

In the US, the only time I even took my shirt off for the cardiologist was for an EKG or ultrasound. The only time I've been nude was in the hospital for cardiac catheterization.

I've only ever had to undress to my waist for cardiologists. I understand your anxiety though.

I had a complete cardiac workup, including nuclear stress test, all with clothes on. I sure as heck wouldn't get my heart rate up over it. Even my echocardiogram was done under a hospital gown with my lower garments on.

A collegue told me that he had more or less the same experience as me now, the former company doctor refered him to a cardiologist, a male in this case, and to his surprise, the doctor made him stay completely naked for about one hour as he was palpating his various organs; The only thing he wore was the blood pressure monitor scuff which the doctor activated from time to time. He gave him a life-long treament with a betablocking drug. After that, the visits to renew the prescription were rather quick, without taking his chothes off.

At most you'll take your shirt off..