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Date Posted: Friday, November 18, 2016, 04:01: pm
A while back I had a home visit by a lovely young female Indian doctor, a lovely young woman. I found a place that sent doctors to the homes of patients, and requested a visit.
I waited about two hours when my doorbell rang. My girlfriend answered and there she was, this 30ish year old doctor. she came in, introductions were made and we proceeded from there.
We, myself, the doctor and my girlfriend went into my bedroom where she examined me.
After a number of questions and some signatures on the forms she had, the exam got under way. She took my BP, checked my pulse, listened to my chest, both front and back. I had been coughing and congested. After listening to me, she went into her bag, retrieving a little tin foil packet, then a black cylindrical case. She unscrewed the case and removed a thermometer, held it up, read it then shook it down.
Realizing it was an older mercury thermometer, like the ones I was pretty sure I'd had used on me growing up; I asked her where she got it. Her reply brought an uproarious outburst of laughter from my girlfriend when the doctor replied, "It's not so much where I got it,"It's where you WILL GET IT! That is most important for ACCURACY" My girlfriend knew exactly where it was about to go. I did to, much to my chagrin. Despite mildly objecting, it fell on deaf ears.
I realized that after the doctor was done shaking the thermometer down, opened the foil packet, dipped the mercury bulb in the lubricant and told me, "OK, you must turn over so I can take your underpants down and take your rectal temperature", she was no nonsense!
I spent the next 3 to 4 minutes with my jockey briefs pulled down and this antiquated glass thermometer at least half its length up my behind getting my rectal temperature taken. It wouldn't have been so humiliating, but as the doctor timed the three or so minutes while the thermometer was inserted, my girlfriend couldn't stop laughing.
A few weeks later it was as they say, the shoe being on the other foot when my girlfriend got sick. I called the service, requested the doctor I had. She showed up, and I can tell you this...my girlfriend didn't ask "Where'd you get that thermometer from?" My girlfriend darn well knew where as I'd heard- "Where you will get it!" and shortly was the recipient of said glass numbered thermometer up her feverish bottom, courtesy of this equal opportunity rectal temperature taking young lovely doctor. I was kind though, I didn't laugh, I just gazed at my g/f's bare bottom, floral patterned yellow panties lowered about mid thigh as her butt cheeks were pressed against the thermometer proudly jutting out of her backside, as her 98.6F got checked! And no, she was not a happy camper, nor was she laughing now!
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