I previously posted about my first physical with a woman doctor. My second was just months later, in the same clinic, but with another doctor. She would become my PCP for the next 28 years.
Having had such an exciting exam the first time, I decided to return to the same clinic, which was located very near my office and therefore very convenient, as soon as the new insurance year came around. I had noticed walking by the clinic entrance that the doctor's name on the door plaque was different than last year--but still female. Oh boy, I thought, time for another physical. I made the appointment for a February Friday afternoon since our office closed early on Fridays. As the date approached I got more and more excited--and, truthfully, nervous.What would the new doctor be like? Would my blood pressure and rapid pulse tip her off that I was a med-fet junkie? Would she do a genital and rectal exam?
To add an extra edge to the experience (as well as to be able to relive the exam accurately later) I had acquired a pocket-sized mini-cassette recorder to record the audio. Sitting in the waiting room I turned it on just in time to hear my name called to go back to the exam room. I nearly had a stroke from nerves but got up and followed the attractive young nurse back to the room. She took my height/weight and vitals, and although my blood pressure was amazingly only at the upper limits of normal, my pulse was 120, which got her attention. She said "are you nervous?" I said, with thermometer in mouth "a little bit...(yeah, RIGHT)...is it really that high?" She did a bit more charting and took it again...and got 100 this time. Still ticking, obviously. Then she said, "why don't we get a urine specimen, to make sure it's OK?" Since this procedure is one of my favorite parts of a physical, I readily agreed and she handed me a jar with a screw-on lid and showed me where the bathroom was. As is usually the case in these situations, my penis was erect and wet at the tip but I pointed it straight into the jar and filled it almost full, having been given no other instructions by the nurse and ignoring the ones taped over the toilet. I came out of the bathroom and handed the jar to the nurse, who took it and told me to go back to the exam room. She said "go ahead and get undressed, everything off, cover up with this and she'll be in." She pulled a gown and a sheet out of the cupboard and left the room. I did as instructed, making sure the pocket with the tape recorder in it was open to the room.
I didn't have long to wait. The new doctor came in and was an attractive woman with short blond hair about my own age. She was very personable and attentive, and we went through my medical history and review of systems before she started the exam. I was nude underneath the gown, excited and wet, though not erect.Eventually she had me lay down flat on the exam table and draped the sheet over my lap. She pulled the gown up, which had a wet spot on it from my pre-cum and palpated my abdomen, asking questions as she went..."Appetite OK, eating good? Bowel movements normal? Urinating OK?" I mumbled affirmative answers and waited anxiously for the next part. She pulled the sheet down, exposing my genitals. I could feel my wetness and the beginnings of an erection. She began to gently palpate my testicles, circumnavigating my penis, and said "Any...um...sores or discharge from the penis? Any lumps or bumps?" I mumbled "No." Continuing her palpation, she said "It's important for men to examine their testicles, the way women do breast self-exams..." This statement needed a verbal response, so in spite of my growing excitement, I stated I did do self-exams but wasn't sure (truthfully) that I knew what I was checking for or would know something was abnormal if I did feel it. She assured me that I would probably know and said it was good I was doing that (as if men ever need an excuse to handle themselves, I thought to myself.) It was clear to me at this point that I had not only made a good decision with respect to my desire for a clandestine med-fet experience, I had also found a really good physician. No other doctor, male or female, had ever taken as much time to examine, let alone discuss, my GU health with me--and yet, the whole exchange was probably no more than 20 seconds.
Then, almost casually, she said, "Have you ever had a rectal exam done, kiddo?" A strange word, this last, coming from someone who was clearly my own age, but it occurred to me she was trying to be nonchalant about the obvious strangeness of sticking her finger into the anus of a perfect stranger. I replied that I had. She told me to roll on my left side and pull my knees up, which I did, and then said "I've got a cold, gooey finger here..." She gently but firmly inserted her well-lubricated, gloved index finger into my bottom and began a systematic palpation of my rectum and prostate gland. "This is uncomfortable, I realize" as she pressed my prostate. She pulled her finger out and wiped the tip on an occult blood card, handed me a box of tissues and said, "let me step out, you can get dressed." I had indeed had a memorable exam with a woman doctor, an experience I repeated annually for the next 28 years. As a variation I began to leave my underpants on under the gown to see how she would deal with that. She merely told me to "pull my undershorts down" when it was time for the GU/rectal exam. One year I had a nearly full erection when she pulled the sheet down, and she very deftly wrapped the sheet around my penis to cover it while she completed the testicular exam. My only regret about her technique is that she did not do hernia checks.
Unfortunately, insurance changes have compelled me to find a new PCP. I have altogether been intimately examined by 9 female physicians/NP's, 8 of whom have done genital exams and 6 have done rectal exams. Without exception all have been very thorough, gentle, personable and professional.