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RE: OMG! He was right AGAIN!

Posted by Jaundiced Ear on June 4, 2020 at 19:59:21:
What I don't understand is where they were hiding these nurses back when I was a twenty something. For the first half of my life I seemed to have been cared for by nurses that looked like "Misery's" Kathy Bates in a bad mood.

After a few dozen years of perfect health, I come up positive on a Fecal Occult exam and get scheduled for a colonoscopy. Imagine my horror to be wheeled into the exam room, feeling every day of my age, with my bottom sticking out from under my "gown," only to see at least four pretty girls in nursing uniforms waiting for me. If I had been a bartender I would have carded everyone of them

While my brain is thinking that this must be some sort of practical joke, they start grabbing and pulling and pushing and attaching things to me in a highly rehearsed and practiced manner. It was as if, despite appearing as sixteen year olds to my eyes, they knew what they were doing. Then a guy, with a thick, I'm guessing African accent walks in and greets me solicitously. Once he's sure I'm comfortable he changes to a completely curt attitude and begins ordering around the girls like a drill instructor.

I immediately go black and stay that way with the exception of an involuntary "Ow!" as my prostate was flattened by a practiced finger. I wake up to the thick accent guy flipping through print outs of photos he took of the inside of my bowels showing me before and after removal of the polyps. He then darts away and only turns back when I shout out "Doctor" to him. When he looked back I managed to say "Thank you." before he nodded and disappeared.

It seems modern specialist MDs don't really bother with bedside manner.

JE