Sometime back, I needed to change doctors and I saw my new one for the first time a few weeks ago. He gave me a short basic physical (heart, lungs, quick abdominal exam and that was all; only took my shirt off), plus bloodwork and an EKG. (Nice having a doctor who has his own lab and EKG equipment so's I don't have to chase all over the danged valley for these procedures like before my surgery in January!)
Well, I set up a subsequent appointment for the lab tests and what I hoped would be a more extensive physical, and I thought it would be interesting to visit a dermatologist the same day for a full-body skin exam, so I set up one for that afternoon as my visit with my PCP was scheduled for the morning.
Come the morning of my physical, I put on new white briefs and long pants; I also had masturbated to reduce the chance of an erection. Unfortunately, this physical was no more extensive than the last one; he just listened to my heart again. Because I've had a minor heart murmur all my life, he had a few medical students (female) come in and listen; I guess he wanted to see if they would catch the murmur. But no abdomen, no genital exam, not even reflexes this time either; all I had to take off was my shirt.
The skin exam was more interesting and even a bit humorous: I stripped to my briefs and sat on the exam table over which was a big lamp, similar to an OR lamp. When the doctor came in, he had me lie on my back while he reached up to turn on the light. Click. Nothing. He then partly opened the door and called to Rachel, whoever she was, and when she stuck her head in the door, the doctor let her know that he prefers the wall switch for the lamp be left on for Chrissake and was wondering who keeps turning it off. Keep in mind I'm lying on the table in just my underwear, so I'm sure she saw me so clad. The discussion lasted maybe half a minute, then Rachel was gone.
When he turned on the wall switch, BAM! That lamp was like looking into the sun, if not brighter, even with eyes closed! After inspecting my face, he moved the lamp down to check the front of my body, moving my arms at different angles. I felt more than saw the front of my underwear lowered to about my pubic hair for a few seconds, then returned in place. After inspecting my legs, he had me turn over, and he checked the back side of my body, including moving my underwear once more to check my buttocks. Nothing abnormal was found and he had me get dressed.
So that was my adventures at various doctors' offices the other day; one disappointing exam from the PCP and one rather fun one from the dermatologist. The PCP did refer me to a cardiologist because of the meart murmur, even though it's something I've had all my life. Oh well, I guess when you're on the wrong side of the "Big Five-Oh" like me, it wouldn't hurt to have it checked out. Anyway, it'll be interesting to see what kind of exam I get at the cardiologist next month.