I had my first physical in probably 3 or 4 years today. It went well — my blood pressure is a lot better than I expected and I’m looking forward to seeing what my cholesterol numbers are, but there was one funny moment that I had to share.
My nurse practitioner, a nice older woman with a good demeanor, asked me a bunch of questions about my activity level, diet (which I will talk for hours about if no one stops me), and family history. Then, near the end, she asked me, “Have you had any problems… down there?”
Yes. A nurse practitioner used the term “down there” with a circular hand motion. I felt like I was 8 years old.
All sorts of witty responses could have resulted (“Where? My thighs? Nah, they’re fine.” “YOU MEAN IN MY CROTCHAL AREA?!” etc.), but alas, all I said was, “Nope. Everything’s good.”
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