I scheduled my appointment with Nurse Janice for this early this morning. She wanted to give me time to make sure we could cover everything we needed to cover. I agreed and met her in her clinic shortly afterwards.
While I might have normally gone in for a full physical, for this exam I accepted her professional opinion that we keep things isolated to her area of expertise. So, I went in, sat down on the bed and waited for her to start.
She started with a series of sexual health questions, moving into my habits and history. You know, those standard questionnaire items: whether or not I was at risk for any STIs and which ones those might be. I’m a nineteen year old guy, it’s perfectly reasonable for her to want to know what I’m getting up to. As far as she knows I’m getting up to more than I’m telling her. Being careful and thorough is part of her job. A job she proved to be very good at. Once she was satisfied with my answers to that she insisted I recount to her my “self pleasure routine”, as she so colorfully described it, in exhaustive detail. Whenever she felt I was being lacking she would remind me, sternly, that I shouldn’t be wasting her time without giving her an answer. She instructed me to finish my recounting and that I would need to be given a physical exam to make sure I was being honest.