Off to Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto, specifically to the Family Practice Clinic which I have been a patient of for a decade or so. It is part of the University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine and its physicians are instructors at that Faculty of Medicine. Sunnybrook is a teaching hospital for residents wishing to practice medicine in a specialized area. You may be seen by a resident but under the supervision of the staff physician usually after the resident comes to his/her diagnosis/recommendation.
As Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You’ll never know what you’ll get.” With a resident you never know who you’ll get and, in this case, a young lady! Blush. Blush. Please disrobe and put on this gown! OH NO. She departs and leaves me in a state of panic. Too late to escape. She returns and, in a fluster, (me not her) asks me to squat up and down feeling the little bugger hernia pop out and bulge. That was quick but seemed close to a full Trump presidential term!
The staff physician arrives, obtains a briefing from the resident and concurs it is time for an ultrasound.
The official beginning of the Great Hernia Adventure!
How many times has medicine breached your “privacy” and its related anatomy with that epithet, “Don’t worry we have seen it all.” I would respond, “Well you may have seen it all but I and my private anatomy aren’t accustomed to be seen by all!” I might venture to say in a strange way as a man I am a historical victim of sexism in the medical field.
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