Medical CFNM Appy, ch1

[Massageguy]

Appendectomy stories
When I was 31, my appendix tried to kill me. But it didn't.

All it did was get me into several days of medical CFNM. I agree with a new friend here on the forum, than mere nakedness isn't that embarrassing. But if you add in other elements, like being examined by former students, and becoming visibly erect at the wrong time, or having them actually LOVE the situation... It's not the same as sunning on a nude beach...

I was having abdominal pains in exactly the right spot, but had no other symptoms. No fever, nausea - just an ache in McBurney's point, halfway between my belly button and my right hip. I wondered about whether I should go in to the ER, and fussed about it for a couple of days, until a buddy said 'Oh, I'll take you in, just to get you to shut up!'

He drove me in, and I got checked in, with a promise to call him with updates, or if I needed a ride. I was still (barely) married then, and called my wife to let her know. She wasn't obviously concerned, but made the right noises...

A tiny Filipina nurse took me back to a curtained area in a big section of the ER. She told me to get undressed - everything, even underwear - and to put on a hospital gown, and that she'd be right back.

As I've said in other stories, hospital gowns and I don't get along. I'm 6'3" and long-waisted, so they just barely cover my junk. But I get situated, and sit on the side of the bed. The nurse comes back, and has me lie back. 'Show me where it hurts.' I point to my abdomen, lower right quadrant. She casually flips the gown back, exposing me from the ribs down, and lightly touches me. 'There?' she asks, as I jump. We both laugh as I say 'Yeah. Right there.' She takes my temperature and BP, which is a little high, but, hey - I'm nervous. She makes some notes, and says 'A doctor will be right in to see you,' and leaves.

I sit there feeling stupid, and not knowing what to do. Lie back, cover up? Sit on the side of the bed and cross my legs, trying to be discrete? I raise the head of the bed, and slip beneath a sheet. (Years later, when I was having one of several knee surgeries, I was lying back on top of a hospital bed in one of those damned gowns, waiting to be prepped for surgery, and several people walked along the hallway. Eventually, a nurse came by and draped a towel over my waist. I started to apologize, but she stopped me. 'It's all good - just trying to give you a little privacy. ​

It's all good????? But I digress...)

I'm starting to doze when I hear a familiar voice. 'Mr C?'

I look up - and see a former student, Dawn, looking adorable in a white lab coat and stethoscope. She'd been in my Chemistry class in one of my first years teaching in a suburban district 20 miles away from University Hospital. Great student, sweet kid - tall, slender, big, dark eyes, straight black hair, and a low, husky voice that was very distracting. She was standing by another beautiful lady, who was dressed similarly. This one was shorter, curvier, with strawberry-gold curls and killer dimples that showed when she smiled or laughed. Which she did a lot over the next several days...

Dawn introduced me to her friend, Kathy. Kathy knew all about me - Dawn had been able to help her survive Chemistry as an undergrad, thanks in part to what she'd learned in my class in HS.

We reminisced a bit - Dawn was a great student, I was her favorite teacher, Kathy owed me a beer because of how I'd (indirectly) helped them ace Chemistry and get into med school...

Eventually, we got back to business at hand. Dawn explained that, in a teaching hospital like State University hospital, I'd be seen by med students, interns, and residents, and maybe even by a lordly attending physician. So she started the process by asking what brought me to the ER today.

I explained that I'd been having a persistent dull ache in my lower right quadrant, McBurney's point...(I TOLD you he was smart, Kathy!) and I was concerned about my appendix. No fever or nausea. Dawn asked me to show them where it hurt. I pointed to my belly, and she said 'Lie back.'

I lay on my back, and she pulled the sheet down to my thighs, and raised my gown, exposing Mr Happy for his second of many, many appearances during my stay. Kathy's eyes got wide, but Dawn was all business. 'Point to exactly where it hurts.'

[hightab]

Appendectomy stories
When I was 31, my appendix tried to kill me. But it didn't.

All it did was get me into several days of medical CFNM. I agree with a new friend here on the forum, than mere nakedness isn't that embarrassing. But if you add in other elements, like being examined by former students, and becoming visibly erect at the wrong time, or having them actually LOVE the situation... It's not the same as sunning on a nude beach...

I was having abdominal pains in exactly the right spot, but had no other symptoms. No fever, nausea - just an ache in McBurney's point, halfway between my belly button and my right hip. I wondered about whether I should go in to the ER, and fussed about it for a couple of days, until a buddy said 'Oh, I'll take you in, just to get you to shut up!'

He drove me in, and I got checked in, with a promise to call him with updates, or if I needed a ride. I was still (barely) married then, and called my wife to let her know. She wasn't obviously concerned, but made the right noises...

A tiny Filipina nurse took me back to a curtained area in a big section of the ER. She told me to get undressed - everything, even underwear - and to put on a hospital gown, and that she'd be right back.

As I've said in other stories, hospital gowns and I don't get along. I'm 6'3" and long-waisted, so they just barely cover my junk. But I get situated, and sit on the side of the bed. The nurse comes back, and has me lie back. 'Show me where it hurts.' I point to my abdomen, lower right quadrant. She casually flips the gown back, exposing me from the ribs down, and lightly touches me. 'There?' she asks, as I jump. We both laugh as I say 'Yeah. Right there.' She takes my temperature and BP, which is a little high, but, hey - I'm nervous. She makes some notes, and says 'A doctor will be right in to see you,' and leaves.

I sit there feeling stupid, and not knowing what to do. Lie back, cover up? Sit on the side of the bed and cross my legs, trying to be discrete? I raise the head of the bed, and slip beneath a sheet. (Years later, when I was having one of several knee surgeries, I was lying back on top of a hospital bed in one of those damned gowns, waiting to be prepped for surgery, and several people walked along the hallway. Eventually, a nurse came by and draped a towel over my waist. I started to apologize, but she stopped me. 'It's all good - just trying to give you a little privacy. ​

It's all good????? But I digress...)

I'm starting to doze when I hear a familiar voice. 'Mr C?'

I look up - and see a former student, Dawn, looking adorable in a white lab coat and stethoscope. She'd been in my Chemistry class in one of my first years teaching in a suburban district 20 miles away from University Hospital. Great student, sweet kid - tall, slender, big, dark eyes, straight black hair, and a low, husky voice that was very distracting. She was standing by another beautiful lady, who was dressed similarly. This one was shorter, curvier, with strawberry-gold curls and killer dimples that showed when she smiled or laughed. Which she did a lot over the next several days...

Dawn introduced me to her friend, Kathy. Kathy knew all about me - Dawn had been able to help her survive Chemistry as an undergrad, thanks in part to what she'd learned in my class in HS.

We reminisced a bit - Dawn was a great student, I was her favorite teacher, Kathy owed me a beer because of how I'd (indirectly) helped them ace Chemistry and get into med school...

Eventually, we got back to business at hand. Dawn explained that, in a teaching hospital like State University hospital, I'd be seen by med students, interns, and residents, and maybe even by a lordly attending physician. So she started the process by asking what brought me to the ER today.

I explained that I'd been having a persistent dull ache in my lower right quadrant, McBurney's point...(I TOLD you he was smart, Kathy!) and I was concerned about my appendix. No fever or nausea. Dawn asked me to show them where it hurt. I pointed to my belly, and she said 'Lie back.'

I lay on my back, and she pulled the sheet down to my thighs, and raised my gown, exposing Mr Happy for his second of many, many appearances during my stay. Kathy's eyes got wide, but Dawn was all business. 'Point to exactly where it hurts.'

Oh do continue. It looks like there is more to the story.

[Massageguy]

LOTS more...

Might post a shorter one as an interlude

[Massageguy]

So...

The history and physical for suspected appendicitis is...

Intense and personal.

Both women took turns pushing on my abdomen in various places. Does that hurt? Does it hurt more when I let up? Rebound pain...

All the while my increasingly erect penis was on full display. I'm not small, and only the discomfort kept me from full erection...Both Dawn and I became increasingly embarrassed as I, um, grew semierect... Her roommate had no such problem, and seemed to be enjoying herself.

After prolonged prodding, they asked me to stand up. It was time for a hernia check... I raised my gown, as both women took turns pressing two fingers alongside my scrotum, and the asked me to

Turn your head and cough...

I dunno if it was a standard part of the exam, or just an excuse to give students experience, or their desire to prolong the exam, but I endured a full testicular exam... Dawn found a small, hard lump on the surface of my left testicle that Kathy had missed. So Kathy had to go back and check again...

[Massageguy]

Doesn't seem to be much interest...

Shall I continue?

[BABYRYAN2121]

yes absolutely!!!!