I have had a slowly rising PSA (blood level of Prostate-Specific Antigen). This can be a marker for prostate cancer, so I went to see a Urologist to get it worked up. It turns out that the Urologist I saw was a male colleague who I have known for some time. It really wasn't that big a deal seeing him. I never even had a genital exam from him. He offered me an optional rectal exam, to evaluate my prostate. I took him up on it primarily because I was worried - there wasn't any medfet interest in my request, and the exam was no big deal.
I got a MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) of my prostate and it turns out there was no cancer. I just had benign prostatic hypertrophy.
I had a routine follow-up about six months later. I arrived for my appointment and was ushered into the exam room, but not asked to undress. I waited for a few minutes. Then, the knock on the door, and in walked this very pretty, tall, female resident Urologist with long blond wavy hair and a big smile. I smiled back, and was thinking, wow, I must have got the best looking female Urology resident here.
I knew at once that if she did a physical exam, I would absolutely get a major erection. However - she just asked me a lot of questions, and there was no physical exam whatsoever. The questions, however, were a little fun.
In going through her routine Urological questions, she asked me if I had any decrease in the strength of my urine stream. I informed her that, yes, I had, but it wasn't too bad, and to be honest, I probably wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't seen the MRI that showed my prostate was enlarged. I gave a mild chuckle when I said that, I guess to admit that my observation was biased by my knowledge of a possibly underlying cause. When I chuckled, she smiled and chuckled back at me, and her response in agreement with me was, “I feel you.” ------- “I feel you?” Wow. What an amazing choice of words, coming from a beautiful young female Urology resident. I wanted to joke back to her with something like “Yes, that's your job,” but it just didn't feel appropriate. I was just left wishing "if only you would.'
One of her last questions to me was “How are your erections.” My reply was “just fine, thanks.” I sorta (not really) wish I had said “Would you like to see?”
In the end, I didn't feel that disappointed that she didn't examine me, but I loved just being alone in the exam room, albeit fully clothed, with a beautiful young female Urology resident.