I scheduled a physical with a new doctor. He is part of a practice close by that is a membership practice its like 15/month and you can cancel at any time. The docs are supposed to spend more time with the patient in this practice. On their site it looks like they wear the white coat which is a turn on for me. I am going to mention that I would like a thorough physical because my previous doctors hardly spent any time and I haven't had a testicular cancer check or hernia exam since I was 14. I tend to get periods of abdominal cramping and pain w/diarrhea and a few times I have seen blood in the stool. I'm going to bring this up as well. I also want a second opinion about my hemoglobin A1C results from my other physician.
My last physician actually gave me a thorough physical my first visit, but things are different now. I shadow him once a week and consider him more of a friend and a mentor, I don't want to possibly risk changing anything. For any health complication, concerns, or prescriptions I go to him. Since I see him so often it would be kind of strange of me to get a physical unless I needed it for a job or something. Just for shits and giggles I'm going to add some more remembered details to the write up of the exam I got from him, which was my best to date.
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After being called back I was asked to step on the scale by a black medical assistant. The wall to the left was lined with degrees and certifications for the doctor and his staff. To the right there was the medical assistant's desk/ work area with a plastic skeleton model at the end of the counter along with an otoscope. The black MA seemed to be really tired and in a bad mood as she seemed distant and disconnected. She led me into an exam room and proceeded to take my blood pressure manually with an air of indifference. Like always I watched the needle on the pressure gauge as I felt my brachial artery pulsing. She then took my pulse and oxygen saturation with a pulse oximeter. She left the room without giving me a gown and I didn't know if that was going to be a good or bad sign.
The room was rather small, but it was comfy and warm with some natural lighting in it. There was a chair in the right corner, the exam table was angled toward the door, and there was white wood cabinets to the left with multiple drawers below it. There was a sink built into the cabinet to the right. Out in the open were the usual objects such as a jar of tongue depressors, a jar of gauze, hand sanitizer, soap, and alcohol swabs. To the left of the cabinet there was a rack for gloves. There were medium, large, and extra large and the material was white vinyl and blue vinyl. I was slightly dissapointed because latex is more a turn on for me especially when they are tight fitting. To the left of the cabinet there was also a small waste bin and to the right there was a sharps disposal container and a hazardous waste disposal.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the doctor entered the rooms. He was a 41 year old with short brown hair, blue-green eyes, very light freckles, and a easily visible bone structure in the neck(laryngeal prominence from being thin. He was dressed in a light blue button up shirt like on the picture with nicely textured khackis and dark dress shoes. He ran through the usual battery of questions asking about prior surgeries, family history, medications, drugs or alcohol, medical conditions. I told him that I had noticed blood in my stool a couple times as well. After writing in my column divided chart he got up to begin the exam.
He started with the ear exam by pulling my ear up out and back then sliding the otoscope in. He repeated the exam on both sides and proceeded to do a neuro exam. This involved looking at his nose, while he moved his fingers far out to the side. He asked me if I saw him wiggle his fingers. The next test I had to follow his fingers with my eyes left, right, and diagonally. Next he shined the pen light in my eyes to check pupil reflexes. The next exam was of the throat and tongue using the tongue depressor. the doctor proceeded to examine my lymph nodes followed by the thyroid gland on my neck and palpated down to the clavicle. He put two fingers on the brachioradialis on my arm and tapped his fingers with another two to try to elicit a reflex on both sides. Checked my arms for any moles which might be precancerous.
I was then instructed to remove my shirt so he could listen to my heart sounds. I unbuttoned my black shirt and placed it on the chair by the exam table. He placed that cold stethoscope onto my chest near the sternum. He then moved it to the right, to the left, and under the nipple. After completing the CV exam he positioned himself behind be on the exam table leaning against it. He had me take deep breaths in to listen to my breathing sounds in four different places commenting that everything was normal (thank god, because I had been smoking heavily). He started using two thumbs and palpating my upper vertebrae of the spine before coming across a mole he was mildly concerned about. I am fair skin blonde hair blue eyes so skin cancer is fairly common in my family. Glad this doctor actually cared, the last one would never have caught that and a third year med student would do a better exam.
The doctor then extended the exam table and told me to lay back. I lowered myself with the crinkle of the paper on the exam table. He placed the stethoscope against my abdomen and it made me tense a little bit because it was cold. He listened to some digestive sounds briefly and then had me sit back up. The doctor then went on to say that if I had any concerns with the testicles he would do the exam, but it wasn't entirely necessary. I told him that I wasn't shy and would rather be on the safe side. He walked over to the wall and donned the large white gloves while asking me if I knew how to do a testicular self exam. I said I did not and he then sat on a stool in front of the exam table and instructed me to stand in front of him and bring my pants down to mid thigh level. Going on to say that some patients are bashful and don't want that part of the exam. I am comfortable with my size in general so I don't really care who sees it. At first I didn't look down because I thought I might pop an erection if I did, but he didn't look up at all so I looked down. He worked intently sitting on the stool rolling each testicle between his thumb and first 2 fingers. The exam didn't take long and I had enough self control to not get an erection. He did not do a hernia exam.
He removed his gloves so I started to put my pants back on but he stopped me kind of awkwardly. I was instructed to bend over the exam table and place my elbows down on the table. I was used to the praying position from the colorectal surgeon and he had to correct me. The positioning was awkward because the stairs to the exam table were in the way. I bent over with my pants still half way down and put my arms barely on the edge of the table. The doctor put on another set of gloves and sat on the stool once again. He made not of my scar from surgery and spread my cheeks with one hand and palpated around the area looking for skin tags. The doctor then got a foil packet from the drawer placed a glob of lubricant on his index finger and inserted the pad shallowly asking if I felt any pain. I said no and he told me sorry I have to do this but I am going to examine your prostate. You should feel some pressure like you're going to have a bowel movement but you wont feel any pain. He placed his finger in lightly to spread some lube and allow the sphincter to relax. Then he slowly slid his finger in knuckle deep and I realized his big his fingers were. Not like meaty fat fingers just kind of wide and pretty long. At first it was mildly uncomfortable but then he reached the prostate and started prodding. Around the time he got to the prostate I remembered that it was supposed to give you a feeling like you have to urinate. I got this tingle in my urethra that made me go nearly full mass and I would prob have a throbbing hard on if he had stayed in there another 20 seconds. He gave me a tissue to remove the lubricant and after I wiped I asked him where he wanted me to throw it away. He pointed to the hazardous waste bin and I waddled past him on the stool half hard with my pants still around my ankles trying to point my body away from him awkwardly.
He then gave me three options regarding further examination. One would be to skip it, the second would be to do an anoscope exam and if he caught anything he would refer me to a specialist, then the third was to just refer me to a specialist. I chose option 2 of course and went with the anoscope. He had me lay in Simm's position on the exam table and draped me leaving the room to grab the anoscope. I heard one of the MAs asking what it was and him explaining it outside of the room. When he returned he drenched it in lubricant and went behind me telling me it was going to be pain in the ass. He spread my cheeks really wide and slowly inserted it. This one gave a good amount of pressure which I sort of enjoyed and he pushed it in rather slow but didn't go all the way. He bent over and turned the light on to get a better view. He had it in there for a good minute and slowly spun it out to where I could hardly feel it coming out. He gave me some more tissues and left the room again to allow me to change, but warned me not to get up too fast because he saw stool which might come out. When he came back he said well theres nothing else I can think of to do to a poor patient and he shook my hand and left.