Recently I had my gall bladder taken out. Not a big deal these days, in by 6 am and out by 3 pm.
So I arrive at the surgi-center and am getting prepped. Doctor, anesthesiologist, and a few nurses scurrying about doing their things. One nurse comes over and introduces herself to me as Shari, and she'll be my surgical nurse.
I'm holding my wife's hand of 20 years while Shari goes through the procedure, what to expect, etc. All the time I'm taking her in; big brown eyes, pretty smile, pretty shy in front of people. She's attractive but not a bombshell by any means. She's got some extra pounds on her, but mostly in the right places.
As surgery nears, they kick out my wife and the anesthesia begins to take hold. I seem to remember my hand being held, but am not quite sure...
Surgery is done, I'm told to come back to the doctor's office a week for a follow on check up. My recovery is good. Some pain early on but I'm improving every day.
A week rolls around and I go back to the Doctor's office for my check up. They tell me the Doctor himself won't be evaluating me, but the surgical nurse will.
Shari comes into the examining room and is all business, but in a shy and friendly way. I pull up my shirt as she examines the wounds. She goes on to tell me how she did the stitching up, not the doctor, and she thinks she did a great job, don't I also? Well, of course I do, I answer as she looks up at me with these beautiful brown eyes full of pride.
We talk some more and she notices that I had a little trouble peeing right after surgery. It's actually not uncommon, the abdomen is stunned and takes a while to recover.
Anyway, she seems rather concerned.
"So," she began. "You couldn't pee for several hours after surgery? Looks like almost 7 hours went by before you went fully..."
"Well... uh..." I answered in my normal suave manner. Hey, I'm not used to talking to women about my pee habits. "Yeah it took a while but in a few days I was back to normal."
"Hm." She replied, consulting her charts. "That's very disconcerting. I think we need to check that out a little further. We need to rule out prostate problems. I'm going to have to examine you. Please turn around and drop your slacks, and your underwear, too."
Oh christ, I thought. As a man in his 40's, I'm all too familiar with the one-finger probe. It ain't fun, and somewhat humiliating. It's bad enough when a male doctor does it. But having a lady do it? Nah...
"Can't I just pee in a cup or something?" I ask.
"No, it's either this or a scope, and you don't want a scope, believe me."
I sighed and dropped trou, then leaned on the examining bed as instructed. She put on the gloves and put some KY on her finger.