This one is from way back, I was in my late 30’s at the time. No one will believe it, (I almost don’t myself) but it’s quite true.
I was having some abdominal upsets, my local G/P sent me to Portland for what he called a lower GI. Basically a crowbar with a camera on it up the behind, since it was just the lower Colon, no putting me under. Portland is a 100 mile drive for me, PIA but needed to be done, I was seriously having some discomfort.
I arrived after having done the lime flavored battery acid deal, (any of you who have had this done know what I mean) and zero food for one previous day, needless to say my mood was not the best.
The receptionist was a crabby acting old lady about 60 or so, she checked me in and told me they were running behind so it would be a half hour. What she meant was an hour and a half, which added to my mood. So from this, you can probably tell I was not in the least bit excited at the prospect of having some Doctor stuffing things up my most private region.