So the other day I had the second visit to my new Florida doctor. He is a pretty nice guy and he seems to be a lot more, um, efficient than my last doc.
My Brooklyn doctor would take my blood pressure, take actual blood for various tests and then spend time telling me about his divorce. How his kids hated him. That his new motorcycle was so cool. Essentially he was going through a full blown mid-life crisis.
The new doctor though…
So I go in. We have a few friendly words. He weighs me. Blood pressure. And then we go into the examination room. Ear temperature. Questions, questions, questions. He explains that the blood tests that he sent me for (at another place) all look good. Bad cholesterol low. Good cholesterol high. Triglycerides could be better. Lose the belly. Etc. Etc. Liver function excellent. Microalbumin very good. That means that my Type 2 Diabetes hasn’t affected my kidneys.
Good, good and more good.
Great I think, time to go home.
“Okay, young man, take off the shirt and the pants. leave the underwear on. I’ll be right back.”
Wut?
So he comes back with an EKG. Oh. Okay, no problem.
I’m hooked up. Zip, zip. “Your heart is fine.”
Well, cool. My old doc never did that, but I’m glad to hear it. I start to get off of the table after the contacts are removed.
He says, “So I guess you know what’s next.”
And my mind blanks. Seriously, I could not for the life of me think of what he meant.
And he puts on a rubber glove.
My heart sank. My other doctor never did this!
He says, “And this is the glamorous part of the job. Roll over on your side.”
So I rolled over to face him. He laughed. “No the other side.”
Man was I embarrassed. “And pull down your underwear.”
TMI to follow, you might want to stop reading here.
So I roll over the right way. He says, “Now this is going to be rather uncomfortable… for me.”
And I say, “Yeah and not at all for… WOW!”
“Ah, there is the prostate. And a healthy one it is.”
POP
“Okay get dressed. And no, I’m not sending you flowers.”
Let me draw a curtain on the scene now.
My first thought was that that was why my wife was in there with him for so long. And then, wait no. Idiot. Just get out before you say something stupid.
Hey he’s a good doc. Who should have slimmer fingers.