What's Up, Doc?

I went to the doctor last week because I hadn't been in for a physical in a few months. I left his office feeling kind of weird because of the extent of the exam. It was like I was fourteen years old and he was someone who I met on myspace. He got my clothes off pretty fast and it was completely seamless. Before I knew it, I was standing there completely naked. Then he left to take a phone call and just opened the door like nothing was amiss. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall to see my doodle.

When he came back, we did a hernia exam that lasted about two minutes. I found it a little odd that he had to hold my ass as he stuck his ungloved fingers into my nether regions. It reminded me of the movie "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle," where John de Lancie plays the gynecologist who examines his patients' giggies after taking his gloves off.

Should I be worried about something like that? I think the reason why I wasn't bothered so much was because I was pretending that Noah Wylie was giving the exam. At that moment, I became extremely worried because who fantasizes about Noah Wylie anymore?