Adventures in Medical
Chapter 3 - The Surgeon and Physical Therapy
T he next day was my appointment at the surgeons office, arriving at the
appointed hour I was ushered to an examination room and given a new pile of
forms to complete and again told to undress and put on the pro- offered gown.
The nurse took the file from Dr. W. and the envelopes of x-ray and MRI pictures
and told me the Doctor would be with me in about 15 minutes. While sitting in
the room, wearing that thin gown and filling out the latest 50 forms, I hear a
disruption in the adjacent room.
"OH MY GOD! Janet... Janet! You have to see this! You're not going to believe
it!"
I didn't need to ask what the nurse was looking at nor what she wanted Janet to
see. I knew it was my MRI pictures with the prominent hard-on clearly visible
including two views which showed it in cross section. All I could do was turn
red and try to ignore the laughter and cackling from the other side of the wall.
About 5 minutes later and before the Doctor came in, the Nurse returned to
pickup and check the paperwork. While looking over the insurance forms, she
casually said, "Oh by the way, Jim, those are very interesting MRI pictures,
everything came our very clear; we've never seen any like them before!" Then
smiled at me as I again turned very red.
The Doctor arrived shortly thereafter and the Nurse left with the pile of
paperwork. After the usual exam conducted by orthopedic specialists, he told me
he was going to schedule me for an MRI. I advised him that I had already had one
and had brought the film with me. He then left and said he would look them over
then be right back.
When he returned, he was smiling and said; "I see you had an interesting MRI
session."
"You might say that," I replied, "But the pictures also don't tell that I left
that way either."
"Oh!"
"Well anyway it looks to me that you have two herniated and/or ruptured disks,
probably degenerative, since you don't indicate an accident, either one of which
could be pressing against a nerve which is probably what is causing the muscles
to spasm. Now, I prefer to use surgery as a last resort, so we are going to try
a conservative approach and give you some anti-inflammatory drugs to take in
addition to what Dr. W. has prescribed and also schedule you for 5 weeks of
daily Physical Therapy. If that doesn't work, then I will arrange for a second
opinion and probably schedule you for surgery. Check with the Nurse after you
get dressed, she will have setup the PT appointment for you."
After dressing, I went out to the Nurse's desk and she handed me a note showing
my appointment the next day at the hospital physical therapy department. "I've
already talked to them, Jim, so they know what to expect and I will send them a
file with the necessary procedures to be performed. Have fun!"
Physical Therapy
The next morning I reported to the Outpatient Physical Therapy Department as
scheduled, on arrival, I checked in at the desk and was told I needed to see
Barbara, the Director, who would evaluate my case and assign my therapist. I was
then lead back through a long room with curtained off cubicles each containing a
padded table and electronic equipment, to an office near the back of the area.
Inside was a tall slim black woman with very dark skin, and her hair fixed up in
kind of a bun at the back of her head. She introduced herself as the Director,
then added "But just call me Barbara, we are informal here in Physical Therapy."
She pulled my file from a tray and started reading through it, flipping the
pages rather rapidly. While she was doing that, I was checking out the two dozen
certificates and degrees hanging on the wall telling me how qualified she was.
At one point, she kind of snickered and when I glanced over she was looking at
my file with her hand over her mouth. When she turned the page up to see the
next one, I saw the reason for the snicker. In the file was a Xerox copy of one
of the MRI's with (you guessed it) my hard cock stuck out. I turned red, but she
never said a word about it.
"OK Mr. ..."
"Just call me Jim," I replied, "Since Physical Therapy is informal."
"OK, Jim, Dr. R. has ordered 5 weeks of therapy, 5 times per week, to include
hot packs, massage, electro-stimulation, and supervised exercise in a special
set of exercises for back problems called 'Spine Neutral' exercises. But before
we can do that, we will need to do a complete evaluation of your present
condition, so that we have a point against which to measure progress."
"When do we start?"
"Today, but ... Jim you know this is a teaching hospital... I have a class of
new Physical Therapy students starting their clinical practice this week and I
am going to use you as part of their training... as an instructor here at the
University, you know how important it is for our students to have hands on
training..."
"Uh..." was all I could get out.
"I will be back for you in about 10 minutes and we will do the evaluation, then
I will assign your case to one of the students under the supervision of one of
my staff therapists."
Barbara came back a little while later and ushered me to an adjacent room. "OK
Jim, I will need you to get completely undressed and put on this gown,
(indicating one on a massage table) do you need any help? No.. Good, I'll be
back in a couple of minutes."
I got undressed as ordered and put on the gown. This one however, must have been
made for a midget, because it just barely covered my butt and the Velcro on the
catches was just about shot.
Barbara returned and taking me by the arm lead me through an adjacent door into
a classroom where there were seated 25-30 young women students between the ages
of 18 and about 23 and two older women probably in their 30's and one male
student.
"Class, this is Jim. He is a new patient of ours and is an instructor here at
the university. As a new patient, he needs a complete evaluation write up, and
has agreed to assist me in showing you how do that."
When the hell did I agree to that! (she never asked me, she told me I was going
to) went through my head like a lightning bolt. But at this point I was standing
in front of the class and in considerable pain so what the hell ... Let's get it
over with !
So there I was, standing in front of about 30 young women (and 1 male) wearing
nothing but a very short examination gown (which as I said just barely covered
my ass). Barbara, then selected two students to come forward and assist with the
procedure.
Beth was a small slim blonde with a cute face and a "boy cut" hair style and
rather flat chested; who looked at most 18 years old and Susan was a woman in
her mid 20's, about 5-6, long black hair tied in a pony tail (god do I love pony
tails but that is another story). She was kind of homely looking with her
glasses on but with a body that would stop trains. We are talking something like
44-26-38, I mean the biggest breasts I had ever seen on someone her size.
Now I am not really into big breasts, in fact, I prefer small breasts as they
are more pleasing to the eye (It has also been my *experience* that small
breasted women tend to be more adventurous in sex :I am not making any
generalizations, just an observation, based upon my actual experience). But
Susan's just could not be ignored.
Beth started things rolling by measuring my height and weight, chest, waist and
hip measurements, then asked Barbara, the nature of the problem. Barbara, handed
the women three sheets of paper from my file, which outlined the disk problem,
and the Doctor's prescription for Physical Therapy. While Beth was looking over
this paperwork, Susan started through a series of questions regarding medical
history, current complaints, what movements were painful, rate the pain on a
1-10 scale, any other health problems, etc.
Beth then asked me to turn around so that they could check the area where the
muscle spasms occurred and as I did so she opened the back of the gown, so that
my cute little ass was now on display to a whole room full of women. Now the
muscles in my back were at the time partially knotted, and both women poked and
prodded the area, then brought out some kind of instrument to measure density,
and took readings from adjacent areas as well as the affected area. Barbara,
then told the rest of the class to gather around, where they could closely
observe.
Next I was asked to stretch as far overhead as I could, which of course caused
the gown to raise up all the way around and while I was in this position, they
took additional readings and I was looking at half a dozen women directly in
front of me. They were not looking at my face however, or watching what Beth and
Susan were doing but looking directly down at my crotch and smiling. Next I was
bent left and right and measurements taken with a device which gave them the
angle of maximum bend and then told to bend backwards as far as possible which
thrust my hips upward and the gown retracted onto my stomach. The entire class
could now see my crotch since I'm bent back and several giggles erupted from the
area behind my head.
"Now ladies, Jim has been kind enough to allow us to practice on him, so let's
not embarrass him!" said Barbara, (Kind of late for that thought ! runs through
my mind). As my ears and face turn bright red.
Next, I was to bend forward, and since the back of the gown had not been
rehooked, when I bent to touch my toes, it slid down my arms and off onto the
floor so fast I couldn't catch it. I was now standing bent over forward,
completely nude, with my ass pointed at 18 or 20 women behind me. Again
measurements were taken and Beth told me to stand back upright.
"Wait a minute Beth, you need to take a density reading, since this stretches
his lower back to the maximum," observed Barbara.
So I was told to remain in that position, while they again pressed this device
against my back. "Now move your feet apart, Jim, and try to put your hands on
the floor; that's it, wider, until you can reach it."
By the time I can reach the floor, my feet are about 3' apart and I know damn
well that my cock, balls, and asshole are wide open to view by everyone behind
me because I could see them from between my legs. There were a lot of smiling
women and elbows nudging each other and again their attention didn't seem to be
on what Beth and Susan were doing with the device on my back.
Now the whole series of movements was repeated, only this time with my hands
behind my head and completely nude, since Barbara observed that "That old rag,
doesn't want to stay on and gets in the way, anyway."
When that was done, Barbara, had four of the students move a massage table to
the front of the class room and told me to get up on the table.
I had learned the hard way that two movements were guaranteed to cause my back
to spasm. One getting out of a chair without lifting myself with my arms and
two, trying to get onto something higher than my butt by backing onto it, which
was how she wanted me to do it.
"I can't do that Barbara, if I try to back onto it, I'll get stabbed by pain." I
said.
"Sure you can." she replied, "Don't be such a baby!"
"Barbara, every time, I have tried to back onto anything higher than a chair for
the past week, I have had a violent muscle spasm; so don't give me that baby
shit !"
I was mad, I had played her little game so far, but calling me a baby in front
of the class was going too far! The room was dead silent; everyone knew, Barbara
had crossed a line and were waiting for her response.
"Now listen Jim..."
"No you listen Barbara, If you want to use me to instruct your class, OK, but I
don't have to put up with that crap, and will not ! Do you understand? Or should
i have the faculty council disciplinary board explain it to you!"
You could have heard a pin drop!
"Uh, Jim you are absolutely correct, I was out of line and I apologize... Could
you allow us to continue...?"
"Fine, if you want me on the table, I'll get on the table, but not by backing
onto it." I then turned, leaned over the table, and pulled myself onto it face
down, then one at a time pulled my legs up with gritted teeth, due to the pain
and laid face down on the table.
"Thank you Jim... Class we will continue now..."
Barbara, then started into what actually sounded like professional instruction
of the students. Pointing out the various muscles involved in my problem and
asking for student opinion as to what massage techniques should be used, to
release the tension in the affected area. She then queried the students as to
the other instructions from the doctor and what they would need to do to follow
those orders in my case. When the question and answer session between teacher
and students wound down, Barbara asked me what time of day I would be available
for my treatments. I advised that I was available anytime, as I was unable to
work in this condition and was on medical leave.
"Fine, your case will be handled by Beth and the staff Therapist will be Lisa J.
Lisa, would you and Beth please take Jim to the treatment area and get started
on his treatment for today."
Laying nude on the table, I looked to my right and out of the crowd a tall woman
approached, wearing a white lab coat. She was slender and has dark brown hair,
which like Beth's was in a "Boy Cut" style. She wore 3 diamonds pierced into
each ear and also like Beth was small chested. At about age 30, she walked with
assurance and smiled down at me as she said, " Hi! Jim, let's get you up and
over to the other room for your treatment; Do you need help or would you rather
get up on your own. I know that people with back problems usually don't like
people pulling on them because it can hurt pretty badly."
I smiled back, "I'll get up on my own, if you don't mind." and started edging
myself back off the table until I was again standing, bent over it, then lifted
my torso off with my arms.
Lisa put her hand in the small of my back and gently guided me towards the door.
At that point, I realized I was still completely nude and was headed for a
public area, and stopped dead in my tracks.
"What's the matter Jim?"
"Uh, shouldn't I put something on?"
"No need, we are going to the last cubical where you undressed, it's just on the
other side of the door. Beth, why don't you walk in front, then no one will be
able to see anything."
So out we went and when we hit the other side, I stayed close behind Beth and
slid into the curtained off cubical before anyone could see me. Lisa maintained
her hand on my back the whole way.
"Beth go get some hot packs and we'll get Jim started."
Lisa then had me get up on the table and lay on my back, I was acutely conscious
that I was laying there nude under the attention of a fully clothed woman, who I
might add, had the most pleasant smile and expressive brown eyes, I have had the
pleasure to observe...
Beth came back with the hot packs and the two women helped me sit up then
arraigned them on the table and laid me back on them. The wet heat was fantastic
and Lisa then put a sheet over me and said they would be back in 20 minutes.
The hot packs felt so good that I fell asleep and in what seemed like no time at
all, felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and a soft voice calling me back to
consciousness . "Jim... Jim... wake up Jim..."
As I opened my eyes, I saw little Beth leaning over me smiling with her hand
resting on my chest just above the left nipple. "Time to wake up! I have to do
your back now."
They sat me up again and removed the pads from below me, then had me turn over
onto my stomach. The sheet was removed and Beth explained that she was going to
attach some electrical leads to my back which would conduct charges into the
muscle. I indicated that I wasn't thrilled with the prospect of getting jolted
and she explained that it was more like a "tingle" and would pulse, that it
released the tension in the muscles and actually felt pretty good.
Six pads were placed on my back from the top of my butocks upward to the middle
of my back on either side of the spine. When she turned on the machine, I felt
the "tingle" on the bottom set of pads and the muscles in my ass contracted,
then released, and the next set of pads activated. The effect was a moving
contraction - release sequence from the bottom upward, then started over again.
After a couple of cycles, I told her that it really did feel good, and that I
shouldn't have worried.
Both women sat in chairs adjacent to my table while the machine worked me over
and discussed my case. Lisa was questioning Beth on the "Spine Neutral"
exercises and it seemed that the younger woman gave the right answers since each
response got a nod from Lisa.
Next came the massage, and Beth put some lotion on my back and started working
on the area between my lower ribs and the bottom of the spine. After about 3
minutes, Lisa stopped her and told her she would need to force much harder with
her hands and that she should stroke all the way up and out onto my shoulders
about every third time, to prevent cramping in adjacent muscle groups. Likewise
that she should also work downward away from the primary site for the same
reason. She then lubed up her hands and demonstrated the technique she had been
describing. It was fantastic ! I knew immediately, that I had never really had a
massage until Lisa went to work on me. She worked at it for a couple of minutes,
then started talking to me as she stroked.
"You must workout a lot Jim, You have great muscle tone."
"Not in the regular sense of pumping iron," I replied, I teach physical
education, and that keeps me pretty well toned and flexible."
"A little more than 'pretty well' I'd say, there's hardly any fat on you
anywhere; you wouldn't believe how many really out of shape people we treat
here. I enjoy working on someone who takes care of themselves for a change."
After a couple more minutes, Lisa turned me back over to Beth and guided her
through the techniques, occasionally telling her to use more or less pressure,
work her thumb in such a way, press here, stroke there, etc. I was in heaven!
Beth massaged me for about another half hour then wiped off the excess massage
lubricant and told me to sit up on the edge of the table. Getting up to the
required position, she handed me a thick spiral bound booklet which was a manual
from some back clinic on how to perform the various "spine neutral" exercises
and explained the benefits of each exercise. Both women were sitting on chairs
in front of me and although I had been nude in front of these women for the past
two hours, and both had examined me in detail, I suddenly became conscience of
my state of undress when I realized that my crotch was at their eye level and
that I was fully exposed. I turned red and felt my ears heat up; which caused
Beth to give me a strange look.
"Something wrong?"
"Uh, no... I, I just realized I am sitting here carrying on a "normal"
conversation with two very lovely women; me naked and them fully clothed."
"Oh Jim, relax..." said Lisa, "We are in a 'professional' situation, not a
social one, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about... you have a very good
body and should be proud of it."
Just then another therapist walked in and after glancing over at me, told Lisa
that one of her patients in the Orthopedic Post-Op ward was having problems and
could she break free to go up and work with her.
"Sure, tell them I'll be right up; Beth is familiar enough with the exercise
program to instruct Jim on how to do them and I see no need for me to stay here.
Beth, get him started on the first 10 exercises and I will see you both tomorrow
morning. Bye Jim... see you at 10:00 sharp."
Beth then positioned me on the table on my hands and knees and we started
through the various exercises. The series must have been developed by someone
into serious pain, because for slow movement exercises, I have never felt so
much stress. For example, with your hands and knees set 6" out from your body
line and while holding your abdominal muscles fully contracted, extend your
right arm and left leg together, outward raising both at the same time, while
you balance on your left hand and right knee until you reach maximum elevation
and extension. This should take about 10-15 seconds, now slowly (in a controlled
manner) lower them and switch to the other arm/leg combination. Remember to keep
your abdominals locked throughout the movement; do this 10 times for each side.
Needless to say, doing these nude shows everything you have. Especially, when
you are on a table and the viewer is standing with her head at the same height
as your back line. Additionally, Beth would hold one hand on my back and the
other on my stomach throughout many of the repetitions to make sure that the
abdominals were being held tight. Or would have a hand on one of my thighs or
arms or cheeks of my butt either to guide me or check muscle stress, in
particular near the end when an arm or leg would begin to tremble. All this
contact from her soft hands was beginning to cause some trembling for a
different reason.
At one point when she was squeezing the cheek on the right side of my ass, I
said, " Uh, Beth... If you keep that up, Uh... you are going to get some, Uh ...
unprofessional, Uh... results..."
Her fingers at that point were between the cheeks in the crack and her thumb was
making circular pressing movement into the hip side of the muscle.
"Uh, Beth, I assume it is your left hand,... well to be quite honest, ... it...
it is getting me excited..."
Without, moving the hand, she looked between my wide spread legs and at my fully
exposed groin. The cock was just short of full extension and was pointed
downward towards the table. "Ohhh, I see what you Mean!"
Without warning, she reached under me with her right hand and grasped my shaft,
which immediately came to full erection and gave it several pulls as if milking
a cow, then just held it for a while, clamped tightly in her hand.
"Well I think that is enough for today." she said in a husky voice, then
released my cock and told me to sit on the edge of the table facing her again.
I moved to the sitting position and my cock was standing straight up. Beth then
spread my legs and stepped between them; lightly ran her hands over my sides,
then said, "Jim, I'm going to help you get down, now, so I want you to put your
arms on my shoulders and your legs around my hips, then I'm going to pull you
towards me and let you slide down my body to the floor, OK?"
Before I could answer, she reached between us and moved my cock to a vertical
position pressed between us, then tightly hugged me around the chest below the
arms and pulled me forward. As my butt cleared the table, my cock and balls slid
down the front of her uniform as my inner thighs slid down the outside of her
body.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed.
"What... What's wrong?"
"Your buttons! The buttons on my balls!"
Beth, giggled, then while still hugging me, reached down with her left hand and
gently massaged my balls in her tiny hand, while making cooing sounds with her
head pressed against my chest.
I groaned and trembled at her manipulation and was just short of cumming when
she abruptly stopped and backed away.
"OK Jim, I've got to go now, but I'll see you in the morning. Get dressed and
don't forget to sign the log on your way out." She turned and was gone through
the curtain.
It was a hard drive back to the house thinking about that sexy little minx and
her wonderful hands.
