A fun little physical, despite the circumstances

The other morning, I had a short but great little physical in spite of the medical condition I'm dealing with: An inguinal hernia that I had repaired in 2008 recently made an appearance again, and this time with a counterpart on the other side (a double hernia, in other words). So I had a consultation with the surgeon who will be performing the surgery, and after the usual history-taking questions, he needed a look at what's going on. So I stand on a (much-too-small) stool at the end of the exam table, drop my pants and underwear to almost my calves, and the doctor gently poked and prodded, then did the old cough test. He then had me lie back on the table and lift my shirt up so he could listen to my heart and whatnot.

Picture this: I'm lying on my back with my legs dangling off the end of the table; pants and underwear still down, and my shirt is pulled up to just about my armpits as he listens to heart and lungs, then feels my abdomen while I'm naked from calves to armpit. Fortunately, I had masturbated the night before, otherwise I might've started an erection, especially as this doctor (who I found out later is 62 from the hospital website) is kind of sexy in a dignified sort of way. Not drop-dead gorgeous; a bit pudgy, but he had salt-and-pepper hair that was quite handsome and he was tall! Six-foot-four is my guess, give or take an inch or two. And I like his demeanor. Anyway, the entire exam from start to finish maybe lasted five m,inutes, but I enjoyed it. The upcoming operation, of course...uh, no! Definitely not looking forward to that!

The game plan was to set up a date for the surgery, but the doctor decided he needed to study the records from my last operation, which was done at another hospital. Today, I heard back from his office; I have an appointment for a second consulation January 7, during which we will discuss the operation and set up a date. I've already got a laundry list of questions and concern for the doctor, especially since I dread surgery more than the average person anyway.

At least the physical will be one of the few pleasant memories I'll have of this ordeal.

Rude not to extend the leg rest

Actually, I kind of enjoyed having my legs dangle like that. Never had that happen before. Perhaps there's a medical reason for it: the weight of my legs dangling might have helped the hernias recede and he wanted to see how that process went. Who knows? It was a bit erotic, especially because of exams I've had in the last few years (annual physicals) where I don't even have to take anything off.

Doubtful about any valid medical reason

It's probably better to examine with the patient standing. Gravity plus coughing makes the abdominal contents drop.

He did have me standing initially while he inspected the hernia.

Had another consultation yesterday with the surgeon, but no exam. However, his assistant came in beforehand and wanted to examine the hernias. He had me lie on the exam table (this one of which had a stool large enough I can STAND ON!) and take my pants down. Once that was done, he first felt the hernias with my groin exposed but my penis covered. Then he had me take down my underwear and examined my genitals, including the cough test lying down, the first time I ever had that done in a non-play exam. (Some twenty years ago, I did have a physical where my genitals were examined with me lying down, but no cough test.) He then left and got the other doctor. He didn't need to examine me again, so I "got myself organized" as he puts it. Unfortunately, the surgery can't be performed with the laproscope as scarring from the previous operation makes that impossible. Essentially, my surgery will be right on my genitals--REALLY don't like that idea!

But I still can have an eye out for good-looking men, and the surgeon's assistant is absolutely beautiful! About 5'7", short dark brown hair, handsome face and a very skinny wiry build that turned me on! (I was a good boy and didn't get an erection, but this young man probably would've given me a hard-on in a less serious situation or perhaps during a full physical.) In short, he reminded me of my friend Stan (not his real name) who had that very same wiry build when we were kids swimming in his grandmother's pool in the '70s and all the way until about 1990 or so. And like this surgeon's assistant, Stan had dark brown hair (still does; not one gray hair on his head), plus a handsome face. (Hindsight being 20/20, I knew I was gay back then when I was 12 or 13 in the '70s; his body in just swim trunks turned me on! Years later, I did introduce him to massage, and that's a long story in itself. Once in a great while I still give him erotic male massage when we can, even though he's married and has three teenage children.) Sadly, Stan has put a LOT of weight on his small-boned body; it's not good for his health, especially because he's been known to get odd illnesses anyway, including cellulitis twice and to paraphrase a Rush song, "He sometimes drives me crazy, but I worry about him."

Now I'll get off that tangent: Anyway, the surgeon's assistant reminded me of Stan back when we were much younger. Same hair, same face, same wiry build.

I guess we hope that your mind fixes on the assistant as he is doing it with Stan as he was right off from the table during your surgery.