Doctor-Related Views, Touches, Other Medical Mischief

[willieone]

This thread has jogged the memory again....

When I was a few years younger, I played shortstop for my company's softball team. We played all year long and 4 games per week.
During one game, I got wiped out as I was turning a double play. The pain was immense and so I ended up at the medical clinic. There were no doctors there that evening but I got a PA that was probably nearing 40. She was thin and had really small boobs.
She had me take off my pants and cover my self in a thin sheet. I used to just wear tight briefs then when I played ball and that night I had on some reddish colored ones that had the mesh on the sides... (you know what I'm talking about if you lived in the 90's).
Well, she examined my knee to see if there was any swelling and then she checked me out for movement. As she was doing this, one of the checks was to lift my leg up in the air to see the mobility of the knee. She proceeded to grab my heel and lift up on my leg. As she did this, my foot went right in the valley between her small little boobs and rested there for at least 2 minutes as she did her test. She didn't have much space between her tits and I got to touch both tits at once with the bottom of my foot.
All the while that this was going on, she was looking and checking out my crotch as the sheet didn't cover me up very well.
So, I guess that the exam worked out well for both of us. Except I had a sprained knee and had to wear a brace for the next 2 weeks and not play any ball....

[Ranger 1]

A few years ago I had a mountain bike crash and I got a piece of wood embedded in my knee. I didn't want to deal with it myself so I made an appointment to see my doc - a woman who isn't too old and nice looking. She had me remove my pants so that she could see the knee. I sat on the edge of the examining table and she sat on a low stool - with my knee at her eye level.

She had a lowish-cut sweater on. As she poked at my knee I could see down inside the sweater and into her bra. She had smallish but nice tits and they sat there in the bra with some room to spare. I could just imagine sliding a hand down between her tit and her bra and feeling those babies. They were beauties and probably very soft.

She announced that she thought she should leave the piece of wood alone as trying to get it out might hurt me. Her fine tits were all the anesthetic I needed for her to carry on. I said, no, carry on as it's not hurting at all. She dug prodded and poked, totally engrossed in what she was doing while all the time I was ogling the view down inside her bra.

Finally she came up with the piece of wood in her tweezers. For a moment, both of us had wood.

[jacksonhole]

I recently noticed a mole on my foot that I wanted to get checked out since I didn't remember seeing it before and I read somewhere that if you get new moles after the age of 40 they are usually not the good kind. I'm glad I got it checked out because it turned out to be a melanoma, which was then removed surgically.

The thing is, I now have to go for full body skin checks every three months.

My doc is an attractive Asian female dermatologist and her assistant is an attractive blond. So far I have had two full body checks and have another one scheduled in September.

A full body check entails stripping down to my boxers and putting one of those paper gowns on. Then you lay on a table and the doctor and her assistant check every inch of your body with a magnifying glass. And when I say every inch, I mean it.

While laying on my back they check my face and chest and stomach, then my feet and legs. Then they pull down my underwear and check my groin including my penis and the even move my balls around so they can check underneath them.

Then they have me turn over and they repeat the process on my back, legs, and then they even pull my boxers down and spread my ass cheeks to check around my anus.

It's very professional, and they don't really dwell on any part unless they see something unusual in which case they both get in close and the assistant even takes a photo.

My favorite part is that I've developed a rapport with the two of them and we keep a dialog going the entire time, including me joking about how I don't really get any sunburn down there when they are literally looking at my anus while holding my ass cheeks apart.

Pretty hot. It's the one doctors appointment that I actually look forward to.

[shiftyj]

Second date - I'd only gotten a kiss on the first one. She was tall, marathon runner, with short red hair. We had dinner, a great date so far, then partway through the movie I started hurting down south. Somewhere below my belly button but north of my tackle. I started getting nauseous it hurt so bad, accompanied by cold sweats. I fidgeted a bit hoping if I could move just right it'd go away, then finally I told my date I needed to run to the restroom. I didn't know what was going on but it felt like I ought to be closer to a toilet. She insisted on walking out with me and she waited outside. I barely made it. Vomited everything up and nearly passed out.

The next bits I barely remember it was hurting so bad. She walked me out of the theater, got me to her car and took me to the emergency room. I think I was just curled up and groaning through most of the trip. Coherent memory picked back up in one of the emergency room 'stalls' and I was horribly embarrassed and kept telling her she didn't need to do all this. "Thanks for getting me here and I'm sorry for ruining your evening, you can go on home." She would not leave me though. Also, I have a vague memory that she helped me into the hospital gown.

Somewhere in the interminable wait I started feeling better - no longer nauseous and not hurting nearly as much. I think they might've given me something for the pain, I don't recall.

So the payoff- My date or I've told my story a dozen times and I still can't pinpoint exactly what down there is hurting. I've been to get an ultra sound, and peed in a cup (by myself thankfully). I'm on my back and the e-room doctor (female) comes in and without so much as a do-you-mind pulls my gown up and starts probing.

First she goes high, just under my rib cage then works her way down to juggling my balls in front of my date. I'm mortified. Never so embarrassed in my life. The doctor starts talking to my date like I'm not even there about the various possibilities: they've ruled out appendicitis, waiting to hear back on kidney stones and she was checking for 'testicular torsion' and pauses in her manipulating to explain what that is. . .The doc then notices my date getting red and acts puzzled - and my date finally says, "We're not married...we're just dating. . ." The doctor then gets red and lets go of me. Pulls my gown back down, clears her throat and continues talking just to my date.

It turned out to be kidney stones. . .and we've been married 12 years.

[jimmybob69]

Originally Posted by shiftyj

Second date - I'd only gotten a kiss on the first one. She was tall, marathon runner, with short red hair. We had dinner, a great date so far, then partway through the movie I started hurting down south. Somewhere below my belly button but north of my tackle. I started getting nauseous it hurt so bad, accompanied by cold sweats. I fidgeted a bit hoping if I could move just right it'd go away, then finally I told my date I needed to run to the restroom. I didn't know what was going on but it felt like I ought to be closer to a toilet. She insisted on walking out with me and she waited outside. I barely made it. Vomited everything up and nearly passed out.

The next bits I barely remember it was hurting so bad. She walked me out of the theater, got me to her car and took me to the emergency room. I think I was just curled up and groaning through most of the trip. Coherent memory picked back up in one of the emergency room 'stalls' and I was horribly embarrassed and kept telling her she didn't need to do all this. "Thanks for getting me here and I'm sorry for ruining your evening, you can go on home." She would not leave me though. Also, I have a vague memory that she helped me into the hospital gown.

Somewhere in the interminable wait I started feeling better - no longer nauseous and not hurting nearly as much. I think they might've given me something for the pain, I don't recall.

So the payoff- My date or I've told my story a dozen times and I still can't pinpoint exactly what down there is hurting. I've been to get an ultra sound, and peed in a cup (by myself thankfully). I'm on my back and the e-room doctor (female) comes in and without so much as a do-you-mind pulls my gown up and starts probing.

First she goes high, just under my rib cage then works her way down to juggling my balls in front of my date. I'm mortified. Never so embarrassed in my life. The doctor starts talking to my date like I'm not even there about the various possibilities: they've ruled out appendicitis, waiting to hear back on kidney stones and she was checking for 'testicular torsion' and pauses in her manipulating to explain what that is. . .The doc then notices my date getting red and acts puzzled - and my date finally says, "We're not married...we're just dating. . ." The doctor then gets red and lets go of me. Pulls my gown back down, clears her throat and continues talking just to my date.

It turned out to be kidney stones. . .and we've been married 12 years.

THAT is a great story that you will hopefully tell to your grandchildren

[piecenick]

Originally Posted by shiftyj

Second date - I'd only gotten a kiss on the first one. She was tall, marathon runner, with short red hair. We had dinner, a great date so far, then partway through the movie I started hurting down south. Somewhere below my belly button but north of my tackle. I started getting nauseous it hurt so bad, accompanied by cold sweats. I fidgeted a bit hoping if I could move just right it'd go away, then finally I told my date I needed to run to the restroom. I didn't know what was going on but it felt like I ought to be closer to a toilet. She insisted on walking out with me and she waited outside. I barely made it. Vomited everything up and nearly passed out.

The next bits I barely remember it was hurting so bad. She walked me out of the theater, got me to her car and took me to the emergency room. I think I was just curled up and groaning through most of the trip. Coherent memory picked back up in one of the emergency room 'stalls' and I was horribly embarrassed and kept telling her she didn't need to do all this. "Thanks for getting me here and I'm sorry for ruining your evening, you can go on home." She would not leave me though. Also, I have a vague memory that she helped me into the hospital gown.

Somewhere in the interminable wait I started feeling better - no longer nauseous and not hurting nearly as much. I think they might've given me something for the pain, I don't recall.

So the payoff- My date or I've told my story a dozen times and I still can't pinpoint exactly what down there is hurting. I've been to get an ultra sound, and peed in a cup (by myself thankfully). I'm on my back and the e-room doctor (female) comes in and without so much as a do-you-mind pulls my gown up and starts probing.

First she goes high, just under my rib cage then works her way down to juggling my balls in front of my date. I'm mortified. Never so embarrassed in my life. The doctor starts talking to my date like I'm not even there about the various possibilities: they've ruled out appendicitis, waiting to hear back on kidney stones and she was checking for 'testicular torsion' and pauses in her manipulating to explain what that is. . .The doc then notices my date getting red and acts puzzled - and my date finally says, "We're not married...we're just dating. . ." The doctor then gets red and lets go of me. Pulls my gown back down, clears her throat and continues talking just to my date.

It turned out to be kidney stones. . .and we've been married 12 years.

Funny way to find a 'keeper'.

I had a similar incident, but I wasn't the patient. My bookkeeper, attractive middle age lady, is working in the office and says "suddenly I feel terrible, I have an awful pain in the middle of my back. I don't know what it is". Then she gets this horrible look on her face and looks like she might faint."

The ER was about four blocks away, so I got her to my car and ran her over there. They whisked her to treatment while I stayed back to give them her info. To make a long story short, I stayed with her since her nearest relative was an hour away and she was afraid she was dying. And just like Shiftj, the doc came in and before I could leave he lifts her gown and examines her, no modesty asked for or given. Bare back, bare boobs and no one cared. I think hers was a a gall stone.

Later she thanked me for staying, no mention of the exposure, I think she was in too much pain to notice.

[rpsaturnal]

Originally Posted by shiftyj

It turned out to be kidney stones. . .and we've been married 12 years.

I assume you married your date and not the doctor. And congratulations. 12 years of bliss, eh.

[Archelon]

My girlfriend in law school joined the Judge Advocate General Corps...basically, a lawyer for the Army. As a part of the process, she had to get a physical from the Army. So she reported to Fort Polk along with a number of other folks doing the same thing. She later told me that they herded all the women (5 or 6) into a room, had them strip down, and do jumping jacks. Now, she was a college athlete and she knows what goes into a physical and that ain't part of it. She still swears the doctor was a pervert and just wanted to watch their parts bounce.

[legno]

Well, I'm a guy and did the exact same thing - naked jumping jacks - with two other guys in a MEPS physical before joining the service, 20 years ago. It did seem the same way to me . . . but I've heard quite a few similar stories, so I guess it's either legitimate or a widespread perversion among military physicians.

For us, it was about five physicians watching with clipboards while the three of us are jumping up and down, dicks and balls and all. It was surreal.

[piecenick]

Did they check pulse rate and BP before and/or after? I can understand the reason if they are trying to check heart function.