About 10 years ago I started going to a doctor who worked out of an Urgent Care facility. I went there because I had a severe sinus infection.
After the nurse took my temp and blood pressure, the doctor comes in, listens to my chest and back, with all my clothes still on. Then he tells me to lie down on my back on the exam table. He asks me to pull my shirt out of my pants and raise it up to my chest. He palpates my stomach, and moves around with his stethoscope. \
He has me sit up, then he looks into my ears and my nose and throat.
He determines I DO have a sinus infection, and writes me a prescription for an antibiotic.
As I stand up and prepare to leave the exam room with my prescription in hand, the doctor says before I leave, he would like to do a prostate exam on me. I was caught completely off guard, and I told him that maybe we could do THAT on my next visit, although I hadn't really planned on returning to this facility.
After I said this, though, I realized that at the age of 40 I had never had a prostate check, and it was inevitable that I would eventually get one. So I agreed to let him do it. He asked me to lower my pants and underwear to my ankles. I was expecting to bend over the exam table. Instead, he led me to the side of the exam table, and told me to climb up and lie on my left side, facing the wall. I really had no idea what to expect, but as soon as he started to insert his finger into me, the only sensation I could feel was a terribly strong urge to move my bowels. In fact, as he was moving his finger around inside me, I mentioned to him that I felt like I was going to poop! With his free hand he patted me on the butt, and said not to worry. I would not poop!
After I got home that day I was pondering what had happened to me. I had never had a doctor be so thorough, especially when all I wanted was a prescription.
Needless to say, I was very impressed by the fact that he DID seem to show a real interest in his patients, so I, to this day, am still seeing him. Every visit with him, which is usually about every 3 months, to renew my blood pressure medication, he suggests that I should have a rectal exam. I usually only allow it once a year, since I don't see a need for that many rectal exams.
The thing is, now whenever I'm in the waiting room, every male patient that is called into an exam room, I try to figure out if he will get a rectal exam. Usually when a younger male patient goes back to the exam room, I assume that he probably won't get a rectal exam, because he seems too young.
But, my curiosity was kind of satisfied when on one visit as I was sitting in the waiting room with a younger, about 30 years old, black male, the nurse called him back. A few minutes later I was called back, to another exam room, situated right next to the younger male patient. I heard the doctor knock on his door, and then enter it. I wasn't paying too much attention to the sounds coming from the next room, until all of a sudden I hear the guy suddenly yell out "Ow, that hurts . . . STOP!!!" I knew immediately what was happening . . . he was getting a rectal exam, even though he was fairly young. So I decided either this doctor was very thorough with ALL his patients, regardless of age, OR he enjoyed giving rectal exams. Either way, I still think he's a very good and caring doctor.