After my vasectomy, I was laid in bed in the recovery room reading my paper. I was becoming concerned about the guy in the next bed as he was making all sorts of gasping for breath noises, along with a few gurgling noises every now and then.
A nurse came in and asked to see the operation site "just to check for bleeing or swelling". I pushed back the sheets and pushed down my paper pants. She had a good look at one side and then with a pencil (a pencil, not a sterile item I would, have thought!) used it to move my todger (cowering in fear from the assault on the boys) so that she could get a better look.
About 15 mins later a different nurse (different hat) came in and did the same. I said that I'd just been checked, but she insisted it was necessary. While she was giving me a good inspection, I expressed concern about the breathing of the guy next door. "He is recovering from an inguinal hernia, he'll be OK, leave him to us). I looked that up; an inguinal hernia is when your intestines bulge into your scrotum! Yikes!
About 20 mins after that, another nurse, with yet another hat, asked the same question. When I pointed out that I had already been checked by two different nurses in the last half hour, she said "Not shy are we Mr Sordy?" So I swiftly pushed down the sheets, my paper pants, and prepared for inspection as willingly as I could muster.
Ten minutes later yet another nurse (with yet another hat) came into my room. I know when I'm beaten, so I downed fabrics and bared all. "Very nice Mr Sordy, but I just came to ask if you wanted a cup of tea!"
I am convinced it was a set up from the beginning. I knew the Chief Anaesthetist, so I'm sure that she put them up to it. She denied it of course. Good one though!
