I had an interesting day today, as it featured a minor medical procedure. My back has been giving me grief for a few months now, although nothing painful enough to stop me working or playing. Its just been an ongoing discomfort that’s more annoying than anything else. Physical therapy helped but didn’t fix it, so today I went for a steroid shot into the spine. It’s no big deal, I was in and out in a couple of hours, but it did involve multiple injections, fitting an IV tap into my arm and wearing a silly backless hospital gown. Not to mention being bossed around by multiple nurses (all female) and a doctor (also female) in the hospital surgical unit.
This was the first time I’ve been involved in any kind of medical treatment in years, and the first time I’ve had real injections since I got physically involved in kink. In the last few years I’ve had hundreds of needles shoved into all sorts of tender spots, and documented a few of them on this blog (as listed in this post). I was therefore pretty blasé beforehand about the whole thing. Unfortunately the BDSM experience turned out to be less helpful than I thought. Without the erotic subtext it’s a very different experience. And the added uncertainty around the success (or not) of the whole thing doesn’t help matters. Nothing was particularly painful, but the discomfort level was still how I remember it from before kink.
I did consider trying to fantasize an erotic component to make use of my personal pain relief mechanism. After all my doctor is intelligent, attractive and forceful. Those are all very appealing qualities. Unfortunately those skimpy hospital gowns don’t leave much to the imagination. It seemed like it might be a fine line to walk between just enough fantasy to help out but not so much so as to cause a major talking point for the nurses afterwards. I didn’t fancy trying to explain that I was temporarily immobilized on the surgical table because I’d been imagining the anesthesiologist knocking me out by sitting on my face. I have to think that sexually harassing people in charge of injecting things into your spine is not a good survival trait.
Anyway, in honor of my little excursion today, here’s some medical femdom. A disturbing but strangely attractive image.
I found this on The Room of a Domme blog (Japanese language).
Hi Paltego:
I am fortunate to have an attractive female doctor. I always insist on a thorough physical. “Oh you forget the prostate exam!” “Don’t forget the testicular exam!” You know. Like that. 😉
That makes me think back to a couple of years ago, when I was getting a full checkup. To my surprise there was a young asian women also in the room who was training to be a nurse practitioner. The doctor asked if I minded the trainee doing my checkup, and I think was a little surprised by how nonchalant and relaxed I was about the idea. I’m going to guess a lot of guys would get embarrassed, but it all seemed pretty normal to me!
Hi paltego,
What a coincidence. I spent the afternoon receiving an endoscopy. It was nice having Em, a nurse, there to hold my hand and to drive me home.
Due to the sedative I was given, I have no memory of the event itself but have a sore throat to attest to the invasive experience. For all I know, it could have been a BBC anaconda slithering down my esophagus.
Best,
scott
Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
Sorry to hear you were also being probed and prodded as well Scott. Hope there’s nothing serious lurking down your tubes.
The drugs were actually a big disappointment for my little procedure. I’d been told I’d get a great sedative that’d make me very spacey. But it felt nothing more than if I’d had a single stiff Martini. Not bad, but not quite the relaxing trip I was hoping for.
Hi Paltego,
Versed and Fentanyl provided a very spacey sedation experience. I’ve had that little cocktail once before for a colonoscopy with the same effect. The docs have been probing deep inside you but there’s no memory of the event later.
I don’t think there’s a serious problem. I’m 63 so a little gastrointestinal issues aren’t that unusual. Thanks for your concern.
Best,
scott
Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
I’d just be afraid that I’d have a full erection while being ordered around & probed! 😉
Well it was just uncomfortable and strange enough that there was no danger of uncontrolled arousal 🙂 I’d have had to really concentrate on the fantasy to risk that.