I sat in the waiting room, reading the latest issue of Time, and still waiting for my name to be called. Fifteen minutes late and counting, but whoever knew a doctor to be on time?
"Mr. Jason Matthews?"
"That's me." I placed the magazine back on the table and advanced toward the smiling gray haired nurse.
"How are you today Sir?"
"I'm fine thank you."
"Okay, right this way and I will get your height and your weight." I stepped on the scale and she wrote down my height and weight, then led me to an exam room. She directed me into a bathroom and told me to leave a specimen in a cup on the back of the toilet, then strip and put on a gown and tie it in the back.
I felt a little self-conscious, naked under the gown, with my buttocks sticking out, but concluded that were worse things that could happen to me, and climbed up on the exam table to wait for the Doc.
After five minutes I heard a knock on the door and it immediately opened. An incredible woman breezed in and introduced herself with a firm handshake as Dr. Williams. I say incredible, because I love large women, and she was 5'7" and easily weighed 320 pounds.
The lapels of her white lab coat only reached to her massive breasts, and she had a short gray skirt underneath which showed her strong thick legs.
After she gathered information about my family and medical history, she stood and began the examination. She checked my eyes, ears, heart, blood pressure, and reflexes, then asked me to stand and raise my gown. This was the part I was dreading.