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Tingtwatter asks: Ever been on the receiving end of some quality health care? Tell us about it

(, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 11:49)
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Not the op, but the consultation some weeks earlier....
I had been diagnosed with a hernia. I was in my early 30s, and according to my GP, in good physical shape. He'd write to the consultant at the local hospital, and they'd have me fixed in a jiffy.

A letter duly arrived some weeks later inviting me to see the consultant, and off I went at the appointed date and time.

I was ushered into his office, to be met by a pleasant, smiling consultant, who shook my hand and beckoned me in.

"Morning Reverend, I'm Dr Whatchamacall it, do come in and take a seat."

I then became aware of another presence in the room - just off to the side, towards the window. A young lady - nay, in fact a vision of loveliness - early 20s, brunette, incredibly attractive, and a body that could burst a man's gusset at 20 paces.

"This is Miss Goodhead*, she's a medical student, would you mind awfully if she sat in during your consultation?"

"Er...well..um...ah....no, not at all..." I stammered, trying not to glare at the one-to-many buttons undone on her oh-so-slightly-snug-fitting blouse.

"Excellent, well if you'd just like to pop behind the screen, strip down to your underwear, and we'll get cracking!"

Off I went, stripped down to my undies, whilst desperately trying to calm myself down.

I reappeared from behind the screens, and both consultant and vision approached me.

"Right, off you go Miss Goodhead*, you may begin."

I'm not kidding here. She knelt right in front of me, her face literally inches from my I'm-not-entirely-sure-how-but-still-thankfully-flaccid member. She then proceeded to prod, kneed, and generally fondle my groin area for a number of minutes. How I didn't manage to poke the poor girl's eye out I'm not entirely sure, but it was the most frustrating experience of my entire life.

Myself and the consultant exchanged a knowing glance. I suspect I was not the first, or indeed the last, victim that day.

*Completely made up name. Artistic licence in use. I was too busy staring at her norks, to be honest.
(, Tue 16 Mar 2010, 16:22, Reply)

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