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I’ve never liked going to the doctors office for any reason, let alone when something was wrong however I know that the doctor is only there to help.

It had been four years since my last physical and since I’ve been paying for insurance for so long I decided to head to a doctor for a physical.

Everything was going smooth until the doctor needed to perform a few “routine checks.”

No problem, I did everything that he asked of me until he told me to drop my pants.

In my head I’m thinking, “I’m not playing sports, why do we need to do I need to drop my pants?”

After a few funny looks I complied and dropped my pants.

DR: “Turn your head and cough.”

DR: “No, I need you to give me a really big cough.”

DR: “Ok, everything looks good here, I will be right back with your blood work.”

I pull my pants up and have a seat on the table.

Within a few moments the doctor comes back in and gives me my results for my blood work, which came out negative.

I was about to wrap up my visit with the doctor until he told me to drop my pants and bend over.

I began to laugh and told that doctor that I dreaded the day that I would have to get a prostate check while walking towards the door and the doctor told me that my nightmare was now a reality.

Once again he told me to drop my pants and bend over.

I asked him why, and he explained to me that most males get their first prostate checked around the age of 40, however black males need to get checked earlier due to a higher prostate cancer rate in black males.

Throwing around the cancer word was a real good way to get me to listen to what he had to say, but I still wasn’t trying to comply.

So I drop my pants and turn around while the doctor lubes up his hands inside of a rubber glove.

He then touches my (making me feel violated) butt check and begins to laugh.

He tells me that I need to relax and lay down on the table.

Without even thinking I asked him, “how the hell am I supposed to relax with you behind me with a rubber glove on while my pants are down?”

He told me the first time that he had his prostate checked was when he went to the Air Force which made me feel no better.

After about a minute of debating between my pride and my health I laid on the table and attempted to relax.

That brief moment of my bear trap like ass unclenching was enough for him to take the plunge, literally.

Words cannot describe how I felt, I almost shed a tear and the doctor made things no better.

After he hit what he was looking for he asked me what had to have been the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

What was the question you ask, “Does anything feel uncomfortable?”

My response, “besides me having a finger in my ass I suppose not.”

That doctor then responded with, “well that’s good but how about this” and he proceeded to pushing on my prostate like a damn Trouble Board Game.

Once again he asked me, “Does this feel uncomfortable or hurt?”

In a high pitched voice I told him, “it hurts about as much as someone sticking a finger up my ass and pushing.”

He pulled his finger out and I thought that the worst was over with, it was until he handed me a tissue.

I didn’t know what the tissue was for until I stood up.

The next 15 minutes consisted me of standing up (he repeatedly told me to sit) talking to the doctor about my health (I’m fine).

Afterwards his nurse came in and said, “I’m glad I’m a woman, I wouldn’t want a finger up my butt” and then she laughed.

The reason that I’m writing about this is to tell men that getting your prostate checked sucks but if 30 minutes of my time can keep me healthy then so be it.

Make no mistake about it, that crap sucks!