My Dad has been a very healthy man much of his life. Therefore he did not have a doctor that he called his own for much of his life. He often told me that he was a very sickly child and must have had every cold and virus that a body could have and become immune to them. So it was rare for him to even go to a doctor.

When he was about 40 he had an injury on his job that resulted in a cut to his finger that required a visit to the hospital for stitches. He then had to follow up that with visits to the doctor's office that was handling worker's compensation for the company that he worked for. He saw a male doctor named Dr. Taylor. Dr. Taylor was the official doctor but it was actually a nurse practitioner that took care of most of the actual work. Dr. Taylor just had to check what she did and sign off on it. Dad wasn't impressed with Dr. Taylor, but realized that he didn't see a doctor that often and just figured that was how things were done. Every thing from that was taken care of and he was released after the stitches were removed about a couple weeks later.

When Dad was 44 he again found he needed a doctor and called the office where Dr. Taylor had been to find he was no longer there, but because he had been a patient there before they would make him an appointment with another doctor at the office. It turned out that the new doctors name was also Dr. Taylor. But unlike the last time this one was a lady. So that is how Dad got his lady doctor.

Dr. Taylor was a very pretty lady. She was about 10 years younger than Dad, had blond hair and a nice smile and was probably just a little over weight, but that was not something that really distracted from her good looks. She also wore those oh so sexy half glasses for reading, which I have heard Dad mention liking on women. She busied herself with asking him questions and checking various things and seemed pretty sure that he had a kidney stone. She sent him to the hospital for a sonogram which was scheduled for the nest day. The next day when Dad showed up for his sonogram he was surprised to see Dr. Taylor show up in time for the test. She was actually going to be there for the test. That's when Dad decided that he was going to make her his permanent doctor. He did in fact have a stone, and it was taken care of. Dad started going to see her about once every 6 months even if he wasn't sick. Along about this time he found out that he had high blood pressure and started getting medication for it.

The day I really want to tell you about takes place after he is 50 yrs old. On his previous visit Dr. Taylor suggested that Dad needed to have a complete physical as was recommended for men after the age of 50. Dad didn't give it much more thought, but when he called later to make his next appointment the receptionist asked his if this would be for a physical or just a regular check-up. Dad told he hadn't thought about it, mentioned what the doctor had said and left it at that. It turns out that she did indeed schedule a physical.

As the day of the appointment arrived, Dad's truck was in the shop and Mom had taken the car to go to a reunion at her old high school that she had been looking forward to for some time, so I ended up taking him to the appointment as I live near by. I realized he seemed a little nervous going, but we didn't really talk about it then. Dad went in and they needed him to update some of his history and insurance information, so he did that while waiting. Then the nurse came out and called him back. He handed her the clipboard that he had been using and she told him to wait for her at the scales while he handed it to the one that need it. She weighed Dad. (179 pounds) and asked his height (5 feet 9 inches). Then she told him to take a seat in one of the exam rooms and checked his pulse, his blood pressure, and his temperature. She wrote all this down in his file and then told him the doctor would be with him in a few minutes.

Dad sat for about 5 minutes and then Dr. Taylor knocked on the door and then came in. She was very pleasant as usual. Once when she had entered the room she had mentioned to the nurse just a coming in that she didn't think she would be needing to do a pap for this patient. She had then explained to Dad that he had had all women before him and had had to do those on all of them. She noticed his weight was down 7 pounds from his last visit and complimented him on it. She had been working with him to lower his weight and at this point, he had lost about 20 pounds since they first started. She did the usual listening with the stethoscope. She checked his eyes, ears and mouth. All this was routine. She asked about his need for refills on his medications. Then she asked him if he exercised. He said some, and explained that he walked a good deal and that he had taken one of her earlier suggestions to get some resistance bands and used them. She tested his muscle tone by placing her hand a various places and having him press against her hand. At one point she comment that he was obviously doing some strength training. Then she told Dad to get up on the exam table. This is when Dad was aware that this was going to be a physical. So he hopped up on the table and she used her little hammer to test his reflexes. She proceeded to touch him on various parts of his body with the back of her hand and ask if he could feel it. She had him lay back on the table and she poked on his stomach for a few minutes. She then told him he could sit up. She got a sheet out of a drawer and held it up in front of her with both hands at her waist and told Dad that for the next part she would need him to drop his clothes below the waist, but that he wouldn't need to actually take anything off, just let them fall to his ankles and hold the sheet up the way she was. She left the room while he did that and then came back with another little knock on the door. She felt of his legs and then she sat in the chair and had him stand in front of her while she put on latex gloves. Then she pulled up the sheet and looked at his penis and scrotum. She reached in and took hold of his penis and moved it from side to side and then lifted it up out of her way while she felt and kneaded his testicles checking them. Then she put her finger on his scrotum and asked him to cough, and repeated that with the other side. She then told Dad that for the next part she would need him to bend over the exam table and she would check his prostrate and that she would also be checking for blood. She put some lubricant on the fingers of one hand and brought over a box of tissues saying that after she did this she would leave and he could clean himself up and get dressed. Then he could open the door and she would come back and take him to the lab to get the blood work done. Once he was done he open the door to find her waiting to take him to the lab. There the nurse pulled a tube of blood and told him that was it. That he could call in about a week for the results.