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In the state of Washington in the USA, I don't remember having any physical exams for school, at least not conducted at school.
I do remember going to the pediatrician for physical exams and maybe those exams were for school, and my mom just didn't mention it or I wasn't paying attention when she did--probably the latter case.
At those exams, I did have to turn my head and cough for the hernia check. When I was 12 to 16 years old, before going to Boy Scout camp every summer, I had to get a physical exam at the pediatrician and at those exams I had to turn my head and cough for the hernia check.
What is really bad is that I had an inguinal hernia all through those years and even though I turned my head and cough for the hernia check at least seven times in as many years, the pediatrician completely missed the hernia every time. Maybe he just assumed a little boy wouldn't have a hernia and so he just went through the motions without really checking.
How do I know I had a hernia when the pediatrician didn't know? From the age of seven, I had a strange little thing in my groin area that fascinated me. When I would stand up, a little "ball" would roll out out of a little hole under the skin that was just up and to the right of the base of my penis. The ball was just under the surface of the skin and I could push the ball up and down and around and I thought it was pretty cool. Then, when I would lie down, the little ball would slip back into the hole. Stand up and it would sneak out so I could roll it around. Lie down and it would slip back in its hole.
When I was 21 years old and working as a painting contractor, I lifted lots of five-gallon buckets of paint, often two at a time, one in each hand. I lifted 20-foot extension ladders and other heavy equipment. One day, I was moving a ladder that was extended up and the ladder started tipping over. I strained to keep it from falling all the way to the ground because hanging near the top of the ladder was a one-gallon paint bucket half filled with bright yellow paint and I didn't want the bright yellow paint to splatter all over the black pavement. I managed to save the ladder, the bright yellow paint, and the black pavement, but the exertion did a number on my body as I strained many muscles.
I especially noticed a pain in my groin and went to the doctor to see if it was serious. At age 21, I did not go to my old pediatrician. The family doctor examined me and had me turn my head and cough for the hernia check, and he immediately said, "You have an inguinal hernia."
He pointed out the little ball that came out of the hole when I was standing and went away when I was lying down. He said if it comes out of the hole for too long, it can strangulate and that causes serious problems, similar to a ruptured appendix. I said that I had first noticed my little friend down when I was seven years old and had enjoyed playing with him for about 14 years. He said it should have been diagnosed and surgically repaired long ago, but at least it hadn't strangulated and he would fix it so it wouldn't.
And he did. But for many years, I kinda missed being able to play with my little friend of 14 years, but at least I still could play with his bigger, longer cousin who lived in the same inguinal area. Actually, his bigger, longer cousin was a whole lot more fun to play with and my wife enjoyed playing with him too. In fact, we have enjoyed playing with him now for nearly half a century.
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