Jeffrey Vanneste’s Personal Blog

Rach scheduled my first physical exam for this week.  I wasn’t quite sure what went down at them but I wasn’t too excited.  I thought a physical exam would consist of me running on a treadmill with sensors hooked up (like I’m the bionic man) and at some point the doctor would put their finger in my bum.  I checked with some friends before going to verify if I was remotely correct.  Apparently I was wrong, there was no treadmill.

The first thing I had to do was pee in a cup.  Every time I’ve ever had to give urine before it was into a nice little plastic cup with a lid.  Not here.  The nurse handed me a little styrofoam cup and pointed me at the bathroom.  After that they measured my height (still 6ft), my Lose Weight Exercise (73kg) and took my blood pressure (which I did not see).  After that the nurse took me to the little examination room.  She passed me a little blanket and said “Get changed and you can use this.”  To which I responded “Change into what?”  She just walked away and said that I can cover myself with the blanket.  Well, why did she say I should get changed if there was nothing to get changed into?  She should have said “Take your clothes off and cover yourself with this blanket.”  So I stripped down completely naked and put the blanket over myself still wondering why she said “change into”.

A couple minutes later the doctor walks in, looks at my clothes on the floor and says “The nurse didn’t give you a gown to change into?”  Well frick.  No I didn’t get any gown.  So he just laughs and opens the cupboard with all the gowns.  Apparently there was little point of putting on the gown now so he just started into the physical.  Most of the exam was just answering questions.  He checked my ears, mouth, breathing, heart rate and that I had no testicular cancer.  And that was it.  No finger in the bum.  I guess 1 out of 2 isn’t bad.

So for everyone who hasn’t got a physical, it isn’t that bad.  At least not at 27 years old.