OK, it was your finger, and you had a good reason to have it there, but damn, it feels weird.
This was my first prostrate exam, which I seem to have passed, so no one will have to stick anything up my ass for another year.
Feels like it’s still up there, don’t it!
Last year when my doctor got to that part, I went into my Ned Beatty imitation and made pig noises.
Yes, she has a sense of humor.
Is that a deliberate typo, or did you just take it lying down?
Doctor (snapping on glove): “Ready?”
Patient: “Um, yea. I guess.”
Doctor: “Here we go.”
Patient: “Hey, that’s not your finger!”
Just be sure that when he gives you the exam, that both of his hands aren’t on your shoulders. you know, just FYI. Not old enough to have a prostate exam yet, but have had…um…“other”… tests that required the ol’ finger. Dear Og that’s uncomfortable.
That’s fucking hilarious!
May I repeat my sigmoidoscopy story?
My doctor wanted to check there were no problems with my bowel, so my local hospital performed the operation. They were very professional and explained everything in advance.
A flexible tube with a camera would go up my bottom as far as necessary. :eek:
No pain, but some interesting sensations. 
They asked if a student doctor could observe. Naturally I agreed.
Since she was a stunning blonde 
, it took my mind off the whole thing, even when they pumped air up the tube to extend it.
I was thinking of asking her out, when the tube was expertly removed…
…and all the air came out in a fart lasting nearly a minute. :smack:
Nobody told me that they take the damn prostate into another room to examine it! I think every 15-year-old boy should have a prostate exam, because it certainly changed my mind about pursuing a life of crime.
Y’know, you should have asked her out after that. OR given a minute’s duration, maybe during. That would be some serious cojones. I’d wager you might have gotten lucky.
Once upon a time:
I was walking past one the motor home - medical lab things that comes to our place of employement with a younger engineer. There had been some earlier announcement about prostate exams. Being from the younger generation, he asked, “Is that where they’re doing the digital prostate exams. I wonder how they do that. Is it like an MRI or is it more like a X-ray where they use digital imaging instead of film?”
“I think you need to consider an older definition of the word ‘digital’, son,” I replied.
It only took him a few seconds to get it. Of course, with the older definition, only the ‘1’ matters. There is no ‘0’.
Not quite. The “O” is where the “1” goes.
Glee, I once got turned into a Barium-filled pastry and the two radiologists were both very attractive young ladies. It made me a little more self concious because I knew they’d be able to tell if I was thinking about them.
Mr. Cinnamon was quite relieved when I told him recently what’s involved in a prostate exam. From all the fuss men make, and the area involved, he’d assumed it involved snaking some device up the urethra. When I corrected him, we was like, “Oh, is that all?”
(He’s normally quite intelligent and well informed - don’t know how he escaped this knowledge for so long!)
Anyway, smile - it could be worse!
What’s weird is when the doctor puts on the rubber glove and starts walking toward you and he’s cracking all his knuckles.
When I had mine, I started singing Blue Moon. The doc started laughing and said that it was one of his favorite songs. I suggested he have a mix disk made of great moon songs.
“I don’t have any.”
“No children?”
“No elephant books.”
It does help when you look at it that way.
A few years back I too became a Barium and gas-filled pastry. When the radiologist inserted the uh, filler device, I got the exact same look on my face that my dog always got when the vet would stick the thermometer up said doggie’s rear. Kind of a combination of “hey!” mixed with “Ow!” The thought of my expression matching my dog’s just cracked me up for some reason and I giggled a bit.
The radiologist asked me if it tickled. 
I’m just giggling because I came into the forum and the thread title was “You can take your thumb out of my ass anytime now” and the last poster was Dr. Woo.
I don’t know, during might not be such a good idea. “I’m sorry, WHAT?”