Minor, trivial exam memories that are hot

I know we all have procedures that push us over the edge. For some, it's stethoscopes, for some it's rectal or gyn exams. But I often find that it can be something really, really minor that comes to mind and gets me excited. Like a brief flash of memory of the smell of the exam room or the tiled floor under my bare feet, seeing the tools laid out, or other moments like that - mostly from pediatric exams. Is anyone else like that and what minor, non-procedural, memory is hot to you?

Really interesting question on "triggers" ...

Let's see ... Up until they went scarce, see a parent with their child purchasing a rectal thermometer, still glycerin or other type suppositories, Fleets Enema or an Enema Bag.

Overhearing conversations in public places between any persons regarding the specifics of a visit to their Dr/NP/PA

Hearing a child/teen screech, whine or whisper, "Mom I don't like when the Dr/Nurse does that!"

Probably some others but I think that's the top of the list!

Latex gloves, or I guess I should say exam gloves? The material doesn’t actually matter.

Gloves being put on, or even the sight/thought of gloved hands in general I find exiting. A gloved hand intends to go to parts normally hidden inside your underwear, it’s reason for being gloved is because your exposed (or soon to be exposed) genitals are its destination.

For me it has always been the instruction to drop trousers, pull down pants and bend over for an injection.

Jake mentioned the smell of the exam room. The waiting room too always had a curious aroma, a mix of antiseptic and floor polish. And the echoey atmosphere of a sparsely furnished Victorian building with high ceilings and hard surfaces. It was never actually cold in there but it was quite draughty, the consequences of an old building, and I could feel the cool draughts on my bare skin.

As someone else mentioned, I enjoy the gloves especially when you hear them snapping on. It means a more intimate or invasive portion of the exam is coming. Also like it the 1 or 2 times I've gone in and they've actually asked me to undress completely and put a gown on.

I remember being in a disability school, where teachers took our pulse.

I remember the bench where we would pile our clothes and where mom would sit during our exams. Also the long staircase to the 2nd floor where our doctor was.

I remember the bench where we would pile our clothes and where mom would sit during our exams. Also the long staircase to the 2nd floor where our doctor was.

That is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about. I find it hard to explain why such tangential things are so burned into my memory, but they are. Another example is one doctor that my brothers and I were taken to had his office in a large hospital and i remember the long walk though multiple corridors to get to him.

When I was a child my family doctor was really old. He had a glass cabinet in his office with really old school medical instruments in it. They were really kind of terrifying and I remember being fascinated with them, wondering how they would be used and always a little scared they would be used on me.

I remember that before disposable syringes came into general use, every medical office, including the one in the camp and college infirmary, had a sterilizer on top of the cabinet facing the examination table. That and the smell of isopropyl alcohol immediately drew my attention.

I think it is the smell of isopropyl alcohol or antiseptic hand soap that brings me back to when I was a kid and my early recollections of going to the doctor

For me, there are a variety of unique sounds at the doctor that stand out. The squeak of a scale, the beep of the thermometer, the rustling of the exam table paper, the rolling of the exam stool, the snap of a pair of gloves, etc.

Another aspect that stands out to me is the difference between the professionally dressed doctor and the intentionally underdressed patient.

Definitely smells have their part in strong memories. For me it was not only the smell of antiseptic, but also the smell of penicillin that could feel in waiting room and especially in treatment room where I was receiving my injections as teenager. But the most intensive "sense" in my memory is sound that was coming from preparation table where nurses were preparing injections. It was wrack sharp sounds made of numerous touching of metal and glass pieces. It was the most terrifying moment before injection. There was also a sound of nurses walk while she was approaching to me. brrr.

This is so true -- for me, it was the crinkling of the exam table paper as I laid down on it, and the subtle rustling of fabric as the doctor listened to my chest and stomach while I was lying down. The room was always silent otherwise, and recalling that feeling will always tie into my fascination with exams.

For me it was/is that time of anticipation from when the nurse does the vitals until the doctor comes in. Even if it's just routine, no undressing. Sitting on the exam table waiting gets my stomach in knots.

The first thing that brings back memories is that first sight of the examining table and watching the nurse pull out fresh paper to cover it.

The next thing is undressing in the exam room and putting my clothes on the chair. These days I have a gown to put on but I remember as a kid just wearing my boxers.

Like others definitely the smells in the waiting room and inside the doctors room. Seeing the stethoscope coiled on his desk. I used to look at other patients in the waiting room and think what they will have examined. What clothing they would have to remove or lift. If a patient was coughing I'd imagine them having the stethoscope on their chest and having to take deep breaths in and out. When I had my chest listened to, I'd always wonder who's chest the stethoscope had last been pressed on before mine. So many memories.

The way the NP doing my physical would go to put on gloves for the genital exam while she was still talking to me about the previous part of the exam.

Absolutely, everything you mentioned and that everyone else mentioned. In addition to those, my big exam-specific things are being asked to provide a urine specimen (and all of the maneuvering that entails, e.g. going to the bathroom, following the instructions, the way the nurse asks, etc.), being instructed to get undressed down to my underpants, and of course, being asked to pull my underpants down for the genital and rectal exams. It's all good...

I remember also vividly of many things at my school physical examinations like the embarrassment of staying undressed in a white brief with a large number of boys classmates in a locker room under the supervision of a Pe teacher even if he did not give us any corporal punishment , the smell of the exam room, especially ether, and the cold tiled floor since we were bare foot, and the scale where we might climb with a slight pat on my butts and the urine test for which I had to pee in a small restroom under the supervision of a nurse who hurried me to go fast while I had always difficulties to pee when it was under instruction with the feeling of being watched by the back by the nurse.

I remember of these points during all my schoool years more than of my genitals exams.

Also the spine inspection for which I was instructed to walk forth and back in front of the woman doctor and the nurse, generally stark naked and to stand back in front of them and to bend over and the while when the woman doctor slided her fingers along my spine from the neck until the crack of the butts.

Recently I went in to get my bp meds checked, and a LPN named Sara had to take my bp when I got there and before I left. She is a curvy younger gal with huge boobs. Well she would rest them on my arm or push them against it. And was consistent about it both times. But when I went back for a follow-up appt, she stepped out of the office much to my dismay. But it was a turn-on for do that. Of course I acted like it was nothing, but it was hot!

I think all that takes place forms lasting memories, at least for me, regarding the exam experience. Going back to growing up, it was first learning that I had to see the doctor, usually for a school physical. Becoming an adult meant taking charge to schedule exams or avoid them, as was often the case, until realizing its important to be responsible. Sitting in the waiting room never gets any easier. Looking around it and wondering how others feel or how they look when leaving. My heart pounds as I wait but really gets going when I am called to follow the nurse assistant to a room. It's then that I know there is no escape. Seeing the gown on the exam bed and waiting to hear just how far I am going to have to be displayed never ceases to make my heart race.

The one thing that seems curiously stimulating when I think of exams is the feel of my naked butt on the exam table. The paper makes that distinct sound. You can't duplicate it other than a doc's office.

Nick

A few minor things from my school physicals that I remember vividly:

Being asked to undress to my underwear in the school changing rooms and then having to walk the short distance down the corridor to the gym as a group with all of us shirtless and in our boxers.

Standing up straight against the wall with just my boxers on while they measured my height and facing everyone that had been behind me while they did it.

The cold feel of the scales on my bare feet while I was weighed.

The doctor getting close up to me with his otoscope on my ears.

The cold feel on my chest with his, or sometimes her, stethoscope while being asked to slowly breathe in and out.

Lots of good memories. 😃

Scotty's exam routine sounds similar to the annual school exams that I had.

When did they take place? Mine were mid-late 80s in UK

When did they take place? Mine were mid-late 80s in UK

Mine took place a little bit late than that at senior school in Scotland in the mid 90s to early 00s. From what I've seen on here things had changed slightly with regards to physical exams in schools south of the border by then, but it's always been a different education system up here.

When I walk into an exam room and see a tube of my-jelly out or similar it really gets my mind going. Something invasive is going to happen!

For a more specific example a few years ago I went into an exam room and there was a used speculum sitting in the sink. At least half of the people that enter the exam room on a given basis probably get a speculum. But seeing a used one really got the juices flowing. The nurse apologized and grabbed it with a paper towel. Then went running out. This didn’t seem like the most sanitary move.

I was getting a comprehensive exam, at the point I was lying on my back with the doc standing besides. She finished checking my abdomen and was moving further down for genital exam. She uncovered me and started examining. Then rolled back my foreskin. Her cell phone started ringing, she answered the call, kept talking and continued my exam at the same time. I felt totally neglected. But was hot memory.

Very small things can trigger me be it an instrument left out or the crinkling of the paper on the table...

Anything medical can trigger me. The sight of a BP cuff lying on the counter or the heart monitor. A nice tank with oxygen attached with mask is also nice. Even at dentist I look for the nitrous tank or vital signs monitor. The smell in the clinic and the pretty nurses in scrubs are nice too.