And now I’m slapping myself in the forehead because 3 hours and 15 minutes after writing the OP, I suddenly realize the “bed-like thing” to which I repeatedly refer is called an examination table.
I knew that! I really did know that!
I once had an inflammation of the old prostate, I’ll let the cause slip on by without discussion, but after getting Dr. Happy Fingers and his elbow jammed up my rear, I ended up with a freakin’ CAMERA threaded up my urethra! I’ll take a flex sig any day of the week Bumbazine, the hole that goes into is appreciably larger! Let me tell you that was an unpleasant experience for all. The Prostititus went down, and they did not have to amputate.
Oh Yeah – I want to let you be the doctor 
<sarcasm>
Where exactly is my tongue suppose to be?
Just let me get my tongue depressor out, ma’am.
unzips pants
No, no, don’t run away!
BTW, UncleBill, I can relate. I’ll have to tell you my catheter story sometime. Thank God the second time I needed one I was unconsious when they did it.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
and pray to G-d that i can sleep
I have been putting off a check-up.
What the hell, we are all going to die sooner or later.
I will make the appointment and hope for later.MTS
Methinks a certain batrachian denizen of the boards will never, ever again defer or ignore his physical therapy regemin.
And trust me, your fag habit doesn’t help any of this either. (All demented puns intended.)
Okay **UncleBill, ** you win!
Although they had a camera mounted in my tube also, and a big old color monitor hung on the wall so that everyone, myself included, could enjoy a technicolor view of my large intestine.
BTW Crunchy, what Zenster said.
Crunchy, love…
You’re sure he didn’t have both hands on your shoulders while he was examining your prostate, aren’t you? :eek:
You know, I’ll be more than happy to make sure he didn’t damage you there… or anywhere else, for that matter. Just give me a few days to get back from vacation… 
Now that you mention it, I was wondering why he spanked me during the exam…
I should know better than to open certain threads… I gotta get a physical sometime this spring or early summer, and I’ve been mentally repressing this part. Now… cameras… soggy tongue depressers… doctors with arthritic knuckles the size of walnuts… I don’t wanna go no more!!