"Jane Wilson to Dr. Clinton's room." crackled the loud speaker.
Jane, blonde, slim and forty, started to her feet and hurriedly set off down the corridor in the direction of the consulting rooms. It was her first visit to the new health centre and she was not certain which way to go. At the end of the waiting area a sign pointed to the right and at the end of the corridor was a door with Dr. Clinton's name on it. She knocked and went in.
"Come in, come in, no time to waste, I'm Dr. Clinton. You're a new patient I see, what's the trouble." said a brisk young woman in a business suit with glasses and tied back dark hair.
"Yes." said Jane sitting down nervously, "I've twisted my ankle and need a note as I have been off work."
The doctor told her to take off her shoe and felt her ankle and foot.
"It doesn't seem too bad to me, but I'll give you a certificate for a week."
"Thank you." said Jane putting her shoe on again and rising to leave.
"Not so fast, I see from you notes that although you registered here six months ago, you have not undergone a new patient assessment. We'd better do it now."
"Oh, no,. Please don't worry. My old doctor never bothered with things like that, and I didn't want to waste your time."
"Of its not a waste of time, prevention is better than cure. There is nothing for you to be scared o so lets get started". Dr. Clinton was clearly not the kind of doctor to argue with. She began by taking Jane's blood pressure, muttering that it was bit high, then weighed her and checked her height with a gauge against the wall. Next she sent Jane down the corridor to the toilet with a clear plastic cup to obtain a urine sample. Embarrassed Jane made her way back to the consulting room fearful of spilling any of the warm, yellow liquid. Her embarrassment was heighted when she noticed a man sitting in the corridor grinning broadly at her predicament.
"Right, I need to give you a thorough physical examination, so would you please go next door and take your clothes off." commanded the doctor.
"What all of them?" Jane wasn't expecting this but the doctor merely raised her eyebrows with impatience. Jane had previously noticed a doorway leading off from the same vestibule to the consulting room as she came in from the corridor, but being nervous of doctors had not looked in. Now she realised that it was a small windowless examination room.
As she entered she also realised that she had not closed the outer door where the man waiting outside had heard everything that was being said and was now eagerly leaning forward to get a better view. She could hear the doctor washing her hands and not wanting to make her more aggressive by keeping her waiting, Jane switched on the light and was faced by the blue plastic covered examination couch over which a length of paper towel had been laid. In a large sink lay a steel dish which contained a used speculum and a discarded rubber glove. Jane shivered at the sight of it, hoping against hope that her check up would not involve an internal but feared that it would. She only had time to remove her sweat shirt when the doctor bustled in holding a stethoscope which she now hooked into her ears.
"Bra off too please." Jane fumbled to unhitch the clasps of her mauve lacy bra as quickly as she could. The doctor stood behind her and placed the cup of the stethoscope on her back. "Breath normally," pause, "and again," the stethoscope moved downwards. "Deep breath this time, and hold it, right breath out ".
Doctor Wilson now percussed Jane's back with her fingers. Then moved around in front of her and repeated the procedure on her chest. Jane had not been examined by a woman doctor since she was a teenager and was finding the experience even more embarrassing than with a man. When the doctor moved her breast to place the stethoscope against her ribs her nipples became instantly erect, a reaction not missed by Dr Clinton."
"Right lay down on the couch so that I can examine your breasts. Oh, before you do that you had better remove your jeans too."
Jane did as she was told and was startled by how cold the doctor's hands were as they circled and squeezed each of her small breasts in turn.
