My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.

I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.

Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.

She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief. (more…)

When I was 22, I bought a life insurance policy that required a physical examination. When I asked the agent where I should go for the physical, he said to come to their office: they used a mobile nurse service for physicals.

When I came to the office, I was escorted to a conference room about ten feet square. In a little while, the nurse arrived, carrying an aluminum case marked “PortaMed,” from which she began to unpack equipment. She was about 35, and not particularly pretty, but had large, nicely shaped breasts with nipples visible through her tight and sheer uniform. Her underpants, which were very brief, were also well displayed, especially when she bent over to get things out of the case. I made a point of not studying her much, to avoid an erection. I looked at a magazine (“Insurance Life”) while she unpacked the equipment. She then said, “Hi, I’m Eleanor, and I’ll be doing your exam today. It’s is just a brief health check. Sit here, while I ask you some questions,” indicating a chair next to hers across a corner of the table.

After a long series of questions came temperature, pulse, respirations, and blood pressure. She then told me, “Now please remove your clothing, except for your socks and underpants.” I was surprised that no privacy was offered, but I hadn’t had many adult exams, and didn’t really know what to expect. While I disrobed, putting my clothes on the table, Eleanor wrote on her clipboard, occasionally glancing at me, with no apparent interest. (more…)

It’s true I had been putting off going to the doctor for my annual check-up. In fact I had skipped two years in a row so I figured it was high time to do something about it. I called the clinic, made an appointment and showed up on the agreed upon date and hour.

As usual I was too hurried and short of time that day to prepare myself properly. Oh sure, I washed, showered, put on clean clothes and underwear, even hurriedly shaved an extra time before leaving around noon. But as I sat leafing through the medical journals in the waiting area, I couldn’t help but notice that my nails needed trimming. Looking lower I saw that my shoes could have used a shine as well. I just hoped that the doctor wasn’t one of those persons my mother had always been warning me about since my earliest childhood : someone who judged others by the condition of their footwear.

I had never known the doctor to stare at my shoes as I came in for my check-ups. It was just my body she was interested in. And then unfortunately only in certain parts, none of them particularly naughty or interesting. Well, once or twice she had probed rather deep to assess for the presence of glandular swelling in the groin, but she was so prim and proper that she just fumbled around under my briefs without asking me to take them off or even lower them. While doing so she must have noticed the lacked absence of pubic hair on my part, but aside from giving me a funny look, she neither said nor indicated anything. (more…)

A friend of mine, Ken, works as a medical technician at a large Medical University Hospital in the Northeast. His job is in the Athletic Support Division which means that he works with the school’s athletic teams with the Trainers to provide basic medical assistance where it may be needed. I was visiting with my friend this past weekend and he had to work the football game on Saturday afternoon. He told me that it was no big deal and that I could come with him.

We showed up at the stadium about two hours before game time and he got all of his stuff ready in case there was an injury during the game. So that I would be permitted behind the scenes, he gave me one of his friend’s white and blue smocks to wear: “David-XYZ UNIVERSITY-MED TECH” was written in three lines on the smock.

We walked down the hall to the Med Tech Area. Somehow I thought I was going to like this as I slipped the smock over my shirt. I looked around and saw a large room with cabinets and sinks and a number of padded tables. This was the Treatment Room, where athletes are evaluated after an injury or prepared before the game. The phone rang and Ken answered it. He didn’t look too pleased with the information coming from the other end. When he was finished he sort of slammed the phone down and said, “Shit, just what I need!” The other Med Tech wasn’t going to show up and he had to go to the locker room to wrap ankles and that kind of stuff. So far, not so bad and the “on the field” duties he said I could help him with. (more…)

My name is Tom and I am a thirty year old physician assistant trainee in Columbus, Ohio. The other night my neighbor Julie called and said she was not feeling well and asked if I could take a look at her. Since I have been taking care of minor medical problem for friends and neighbors for a long time I told her to come on over. Julie was a very attractive forty five year old divorced secretary whom I had met about two years ago when she moved across the street. We had talked a few times but were not real close friends.

When she arrived she was dressed as always in a ankle length skirt and a blouse buttoned to the neck, I always assumed she was very modest because of the way she dressed. Was I about to learn just the opposite. Julie explained that she was having abdominal pains and generally feeling sick to her stomach. Since she had no medical insurance or regular doctor she didn’t know where else to go. I told her I would be happy to help her out and showed her to a spare room that I had made into an exam room. I told her to relax and that I would be right back to take her temperature.

When I walked back into the room I was surprised (and delighted) to find Julie lying face down on the exam table with her skirt pulled up to just below her ass and her pink cotton panties pulled down to her knees. Apparently she was not as shy or modest as I thought. (more…)

In the spring of his 18th year, young Dylan made the decision to join the high school track team. Ever since his growth spurt over the summer, the high school senior- who now was a respectable 6-feet tall- had been encouraged by his friends to join the basketball team or the track and field team.

In the past, Dylan had all kinds of excuses for not joining. “I’m too busy…I don’t like track…I want to spend time with my girlfriend.” In reality, it was the fact that he was very awkward and concerned about his self image that stopped him from joining. Yes, puberty had been tough on poor Dylan. All through his 16th year, his voice cracked, and the lanky teen would often go through his days with a near-constant erection.

It was Dylan’s best friend Lance who finally convinced him that the track team would be a wise decision. “It’ll make you more confident, stronger, and you’ll feel better,” Lance said in a authoritative voice. And Dylan agreed. That Monday, the two of them went to the gym to sign Dylan up for the track team. The paperwork was simple enough…name, date of birth, address, parents signature, and a doctor’s note saying Dylan was in good health and wouldn’t keel over and die on the field.

Simple stuff. Except the doctor’s note. It had been over a year since Dylan had been to a doctor. He was healthy, and although his parents wanted him to go more often, he convinced them it wasn’t necessary. An independent kid- he got his drivers’ license the day he turned 17- Dylan made no hesitation from the time he got home to call his doctor to schedule the appointment. But there was a glitch: the receptionist told Dylan his regular doctor was busy for the next three weeks. Dylan couldn’t wait; he explained that in order to join the team he needed the note by the following Monday.

So the helpful receptionist made a suggestion. “We can set up an appointment with Dr. Rosen, ” she explained. “He’s a new doctor who just joined our practice a few weeks ago. He can see you Wednesday after school.” Dylan said that was fine, and the two friends spent the rest of the day hanging out and playing. (more…)

Dear Editor:

A.T.’s letter really struck a tender spot for me. I had never had a pre-employment physical before being hired for my present job, but this one time was a doozy. I’m 26, female, brunette and a professional secretary. During my last job interview my prospective boss, a handsome middle aged man, said he’d hire me (at a terrific salary) as soon as I passed the company physical. I was on cloud nine as I left and mentioned the good news to the fifth floor receptionist. I asked her about my medical exam and she smiled saying it was just a routine physical and not to worry. She suggested that I get it over with immediately and I said, O.K. Then the girl phoned downstairs to the medical office to see if I could be taken right away without a prior appointment. She hung up and said that they weren’t too busy. So the young receptionist took me personally down to the nurse’s office. (more…)

As you sit in the waiting room, having completed all the forms and now reading an outdated Time magazine, the office door next to the receptionist opens and a woman calls your name… Alex.

“Hi Alex, I’m nurse Ellen. How are you today? Good. Please come this way, we need to weigh you first. step up on the scale, OK let me adjust the weights. 175 is pretty good weight for your build. Go back down the hallway to exam room 2 and have a seat on the exam table.” [Nurse Ellen follows you into the room, closing the door behind her.]

“Thanks for filling out your health history form. The Dr. will review your information, but first I’m going to take your vital signs. Open your mouth and put the thermometer under your tongue. OK, your temp is normal. Just need to get your blood pressure and pulse, the cuff will feel a little tight as I take your pressure, just relax. Very good, your blood pressure is in the normal range. Looking at my chart it says you are here today for a complete physical, is that correct ? OK, just let me get a gown out of the drawer…Here you go,”… [handing it to you]. “Please undress completely, including your underwear, put on the gown, tying it in back and have a seat back on the exam table. The doctor will be with you in a minute.” (more…)

I work as a nurse in a Doctor’s office. Our clinic specializes in fitness assessments and doing executive physicals for local corporations. I deal with assholes (literally and figuratively) on a daily basis.

On a typical day I supervise the prepping of patients for proctological exams and, in the case of female patients, assist the male physicians in performing the “procto” exam.

The prep work on patients consists of instructing them on how to administer an enema prior to the procto. Most of the time the patients administer their own enemas but occasionally a patient does not want to do so and I administer the enema. On extremely rare occasions I get to give an enema to a beautiful woman!

One case that I will never forget involves Emma. Emma is a stunningly attractive marketing executive with a local firm. Two years ago she came in for her routine annual company physical. Emma had broken her arm in a skiing accident 4 weeks before and still had her right arm in a half cast. As I was doing the preliminary work-up on her prior to the physical, I noticed that she had recently turned 36. I told her, “Emma the policy of your company is to include a proctological examination of your colon in the physical exam past the age of 35.” (more…)