Edited by MissJenny54.
"It still hurts, doesn't it?" Asked his wife, Carol.
"Not so much," replied her husband, Robert.
"Dammit, Robert! How long are you planning on waiting? You have to get that checked out!"
Robert had been experiencing pain in the lower part of his abdomen and difficulty urinating. At age 61, prostate issues could become serious problems if left untreated.
"Since you are so stubborn, I'm calling Michelle myself and telling her everything. I've givenyou plenty of chances to talk to her, and that's final!"
"Carol, I... " but Carol was already gone, most likely to call their daughter.
Michelle Novak was Carol and Robert's only daughter. They weren't surprised she would study medicine since she had shown promise from a young age. Michelle chose urology because, according to statistics, only 8 percent of women were urologists. Her education was a challenge, but she loved it. Robert thought it was odd, presuming his daughter would choose a more female-oriented field, like gynecology or pediatrics, but it didn't matter since he knew she would make a hell of a doctor.
Michelle didn't mind examining her patients' dicks; if anything, she looked forward to it. That was one of the reasons she decided to enter that specialty. She especially loved to check their prostates. Most men disliked it for many dumb reasons, but it had to be done regardless. It gave her the ultimate thrill to see their reaction when a pretty female doctor was about to slide a finger up their tight assholes while their wives waited outside. At that moment, she was in control.
Michelle's cell phone rang, and she saw it was her mom. After her mom explained everything, she realized this was an opportunity she couldn't pass. Later that day, she went to her parents' house.
"Come in," said Robert as someone knocked on his office door.
Michelle walked in and sat down in front of her father with a serious expression. "You know why I'm here, don't you?" She asked, looking straight at him.
"Michelle, listen, I-- "
"How long have you been like this?" She cut him off.
"I... three weeks, almost four... "
"Almost four, huh? As Mom said... so stubborn. You do realize I am exactly who you need to see to get whatever problem you have checked out," she said, trying to keep her cool.
"Yeah, I know... but I thought... it would go away in a few days. I meant to call
you, but now that you are here, maybe you could refer me to one of your colleagues?"
"Refer you? Why would I refer you? I am a urology specialist, and I can treat you," she said, slightly insulted by his comment. "It's because I am a woman, isn't it?"
"Michelle, that has nothing... "
"Let me get this straight; you'd rather stay in pain and discomfort for almost
three weeks instead of coming to me? A medical doctor specializing in your particular issue, just because I am a woman? That's sexist, and you know it."
"What? Sexist? How is that sexist? I am a man, and I don't feel comfortable having my daughter check....down there."
She glared daggers at him, hurt that he didn't trust her enough.
After a deep sigh, Robert spoke again. "Fine. I'll come to your office but under one condition Michelle," he said sternly.
"Sure, Dad," she said, smiling, knowing her plan was already in motion.
"You can't tell your mother. If she asks, tell her we talked about my problem, and you referred me to one of your colleagues, okay? I don't want this to get any weirder for me."
"Agreed," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll make something up, but god help you if you don't show. I'll be expecting you tomorrow at 10 am, understood?"
"Yeah... yeah," he replied in a defeated tone.
The next day, Michelle kept checking the clock. From the symptoms her mother described, he could have benign prostatic hyperplasia, more commonly known as an enlarged prostate. Still, she couldn't say for sure until she conducted a more thorough examination.
There was a knock at the door. She looked up, and the clock read 10:04 am. "Come in," she said.
Robert walked in and took a seat.
"You actually came! A part of me thought you wouldn't," she said with a smirk.
"I just want to get this over with," he replied.
"Very well. Let's start with your symptoms. What have you been experiencing?"
"Over the past few weeks, my lower back has been hurting. I've been having difficulty urinating, and when I do, it's a small amount, but I still feel the urge to go. Occasionally, I feel a slight pain in my bladder or groin area. I also... sometimes... start... leaking," he said, whispering that last part.
Michelle wrote everything down. "Have you seen any blood in your urine?"
"No, not that I know of."
"Have you had any difficulty getting an erection?" She asked, looking up.
"What?! Michelle, I won't answer that," he said, embarrassed.
"Dad, I can't help you unless I know everything. Please answer the question."
"Fine... yes," he said dejectedly. "I can't get an... erection," he said, blushing.
"When was your last orgasm?"
"Michelle!" he said out loud.
"Dad...please don't start." she said glaring at him.
"Jeez...I don't know....like 8 months...probably a year" he said almost mumbling.
