“Courtney, please remove your clothing and your undergarments. When you are finished, please kneel on the exam table so I can examine your prostate.”
And with that, my doctor put on a pair of latex gloves, applied a liberal amount of lubrication and proceeded to spend several long minutes (it seemed like hours) examining my prostate.
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Since I had nothing else to do, I began to ponder why exactly the Culinary Institute needs me to have a full medical review that includes a prostate exam? While I am still a novice in many things culinary, I have yet to cook with anything below my waist. Honestly, is culinary school worth having a man who clearly took lessons in beside manner from the Marque de Sade probe me as I lay naked staring at an inspirational poster of a kitten hanging from a tree stating “Hang In There”. In many ways, the poster’s saying was quite appropriate for the feelings I was having ; I felt raw, naked (literally) and wanted to run away….but I hung in there.
Well until they asked for a urine sample, but that is a post for another day. I say this, cause did you know there was a five step protocol for peeing into a dixie cup? Really? FIVE!
CIA, you better be something awesome if I am going through this……