(Full disclaimer: this was done on my Visa card at an occupational health site using the NYU pre employment physical form you can see, or download, via Google. I needed it for work.)
The site was so not busy, that when I called at 10 a.m., they could take me anytime, except during the noon to one p.m. lunch. I scheduled with Craig. When I got there, early, Craig had downloaded the four pages which he needed to price it ($75.00). I had, by chance, done labs today for my regular doctor appointment coming up in November, so I could skip redoing all but urine. I filled out the employer sheets, their sheets, handed them in and started reading.
A short time afterwards, two girls who needed PPD tests were taken ahead of me, Craig took me down the hall to the now standard everything room: scale for height and weight; bathroom for urine sample; blood pressure and pulse. I forgot that I did a vision test in the hallway. It was so slow there that he and I talked poetry and music lyrics, his passion.
Craig took me into an exam room. And the new school arrived. 'Have a seat.' No crinkle exam paper on the table. Linda, a n.p., would be doing my exam, even though two male doctors were listed on the website. No male staff present other than Craig.
Linda came in. She did a fully dressed head to toe exam. She offered the listed genital and rectal which could have been deferred. My gut sense, now, is that while we, here, bemoan the old school approach being gone, what Linda hears, from the practitioner standpoint, is patients who want to stay dressed, get in and out, not worry about what doesnt get seen having an importance, especially if it never gets seen. And remember, an occupational exam is not supposed to side with the patient: it's meant to protect and inform the employer.
Yes, I did drop jeans and boxer briefs, coughed, turned around and leaned.